𝑆𝐸𝑅𝑃𝐸𝑁𝑇 𓆙

𐙚 𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐂 .ᐟ

𐙚 𖢆 “𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇.” — 𖹭

꩜ – ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
꩜ – ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ / ɢᴏʀᴇ

【 I apologize for being gone for so long. 】

ⁿᵉʷ ᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗ / ˡᵃʸᵒᵘᵗ

𝟢𝟪/𝟣𝟫/𝟤𝟦

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I am your lamb.

a mindless lamb.

I obey your words.

once time is up, it will be my end.

you'll eat the flesh from my body and drink the blood from the wounds.

the cycle continues.

the words that leave your mouth are muffled, i am staring at you, emotionless. ringing violates my ears, my surroundings blurried, my only focus is your face, yet i can not hear you. what are you –

"Will?" finally snapping out of it as he blinks his eyes, letting out a sigh. "you were listening? right?" he shook his head, guiltily admitting.

"I am sorry." he says in a soft-ish tone. he did realize he wasn't listening he admitted it. everything will be fine.

"Will. you need to work on that." that made his body slightly tense up, as he stood up, he couldn't continue to sit down anymore.

is this therapy stuff even working? can he tell? can the others tell? hell! they were the ones who put him here. he can leave! he has free will. why hasn't he?

why hasn't he.

"I need to go." Will announced, as he quickly grabs his coat and bag, making a bee line twords the door.

"Very well, see you next weekend." next weekend? right.

I won't be there.

I dont need this! It's obviously NOT working. nor is it worth it. even if I haven't paid for any session... he hasn't asked for payment, right? not that I remember.

no. I'm not going back there. I am perfectly fine. just going to live my life, the way I always wanted. to go fishing and take care of my dogs. is all I want.

I don't need a damn therapist or psychiatrist to tell me what to do! to get in my head. it's already messed up enough.

no going back.

[ 𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝟦:𝟥𝟢 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒. 𝖡𝗒𝖾-𝖻𝗒𝖾!! ]