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crystal made her way into a tall grey building, her father and delilah had convinced her to go to a therapy session for the first time in over a month, hoping that it would help her talk to someone, her feet squeaking against the cold tiles of the building, she leaned against the counter, "how can i help you?" a lady asked, "i'm here to see madelyn reed," crystal informs, "oh yes, right through this way, room 7," the lady said pointing to a large wooden door.
crystal walked through the door and looked around for room 7, she came across the door, it looked like something straight out of prison, crystal nervously placed her hand against the cold door, she pushed it open and there was a blonde woman sitting in a bright yellow chair, crystal grimaced at the light colour, she walked forward and sat in a chair across from the blonde.
"miss roan, welcome." the woman spoke up, "hello." crystal spoke and sat down in the chair, her legs crossed and she was leaning on one of the chair handles, "do you know why your here today?" crystal moved her body in the chair to be comfortable, "uh, i don't know, my dad just wanted me to come here today." crystal spoke honestly.
crystal had been coming to see madelyn reed for nearly a year, crystal had never seen her file or had anyone ever talked about her file before but for the first time, the blonde woman had it out.
"well your file says th-." miss reed starts, "wait i have a file." crystal interrupts, "yeah," the blonde woman shuffled in her seat, "can i see it?" crystal asks, "no you can't, this is private." miss reed says, "it's my life, i know what's happened i just wanna see my file." crystal leans over, she successfully grabs her file.
crystal roan, one arrest for getting caught stealing food, caught at school for using drugs - suspended for two weeks, "this is bullshit." crystal yells and chucked the folder on the floor, "why do you need to know everything about me?" she asked, her voice strained and she fiddled with her fingers, panic rising in her.
"because crystal i need to know how to help you" the blonde woman admited, "and i can't help you if i don't know what's happened to you." crystal picked up the folder and handed it back to the woman, "so, your father told me you've been having trouble sleeping?"
"no, not really." crystal lies, she fidgets with her fingers again not looking up at the woman, "he said you've been having nightmares about what happened at the school fight." crystals head lifted up at the mention of that day, "well he's lying." crystal defended.
"i can't help you if you don't tell me the truth," madelyn told the pink haired, "fine, yes i'm having nightmares.. happy?," crystal admited bluntly, "about miguel?" madelyn asked, "about robby, miguel anyone that got hurt in that fight." crystal whispers, she was opening up to the blonde woman in front of her more than she had ever done to anyone.
