☆.｡.:*
"IT'S CALLED THE AFTER LIFE SUPPORT GROUP,"
heidi immediately shook her head in complete denial, "no, no thank you. i don't need ghost therapy. i did enough therapy when i was alive."
charley chuckles softly, "i understand heidi, but just come to one session. this is a safe place set up by people like us to help each other move on. all i'm asking you to do is come to one session, and if you hate it, i'll never bother you with it again."
heidi bit the inside of her cheek, looking down at the tile below her. it was true, she had gone to therapy before, which addie suggested, but it didn't go well. the therapist suggested that she put some essential oil called happiness in her water while she drank it, which was most definitely not safe.
but, she desperately wanted to move on. she couldn't stand being here for thirty years— no offence, charley. if that happened to her, she would probably die— metaphorically. she was already physically dead.
she sighed, "okay, fine," she looked back up at charley, before reluctantly agreeing. "one session. but don't expect me to become a regular."
charley smiled. "that's all i'm asking for. you won't regret it."
charley took a seat in an empty blue chair, and heidi looked around at which chairs were empty. she hesitated before inhaling, and choosing a chair beside the jock.
"is this chair taken?" heidi asked.
the jock shook his head, "now it is, by you."
she smiled at him, sitting down in the uncomfortable chair. maybe this is hell. if she's stuck with these cursed chairs for the rest of eternity, clearly she did something wrong.
"well, folks! it looks like we have a new face today!" the man in the brown jacket beamed. "why don't you introduce yourself?"
heidi mentally groaned, she hated introductions. they were always so awkward.
she inhaled in an effort to relieve some of the anxiety that made her stomach twist, finally nodding.
"okay," she began. "i'm heidi. heidi sullivan."
"hi heidi," everyone said in unison. it kind of reminded her of a cult, the way everyone said it at the same time. she mentally laughed at the thought.
"i'm mr. martin— or mr. m." he says. "everyone, how about we go around and say our names."
the boy beside her nodded.
"i'm charley, you know me already."
the girl in all black took her lollipop out of her mouth, speaking up. "rhonda."
next was the girl in the black cardigan, she smiled at heidi. "christene seki. it's nice to meet you."
heidi smiled back at her.
finally, it was the boy who sat beside her. "wally, wally clark."
wally... huh, heidi thought.
"like the robot?" she asked.
"the what?" he asked, eyebrows raised.
she smiled. "never mind," she realized he may not know who wally is.
"alright, thank you everyone. heidi, welcome to the split river afterlife support group! why don't you take a minute to tell us about yourself."
