Triggered; HS fanfic

Human Pincushion

"You'll be assigned a room as soon as group therapy is over. Most of the other patients have been here for a minimum of two weeks. It may take some time but I promise, you'll settle in and you'll become at home here." The blonde woman that greeted me at the door smiled, she'd introduced herself as one of the three unit therapists earlier in her speech. Identifying herself as Ms. Callanger and I'd decided already that I'd call her Ms. C.
I shouldn't be here. I am NOT crazy. Sure she was nice, but I wasn't going to give in and make her think that it's okay, my being here. Because it isn't. So instead of smiling and agreeing that i would soon find my place like I usually would, I rolled my eyes and gave a sarcastic smirk.
Ms. C seemed unfazed as she rushed me down a hall and stopped outside a large door, reaching for my bags.
"These will be in my office until after group. You'll get them when you get your room assignment."
I'm sure it has nothing to do with you checking through my things.
"Whatever." Was all I said.
"Alright, well have fun in group!! You don't have to share right at first, Sydney. I'll see you in a half hour." Her words practically dripped liquid sugar, she was being so sweet.
Within a minute I found myself being rushed into the room, every person in the circle of chairs turning to look at me. I pulled at my hoodie sleeves, an anxious tick I'd picked up over the last three years.
The older man with a clipboard at the head of the circle smiled, "We saved you a seat. Welcome to Group Therapy, I'm Mr. Alexander." He gestured to the only empty seat, between a punk girl with faded out pink hair and the most gorgeous creature I'd ever seen. He had curly brown hair that framed his face and fell carelessly. His eyes were so kind but also seemed to have an underlying hurt and danger to them. The most beautiful pink lips arched into a dazzling smile as he kept eye contact, staring back at me.
I coughed awkwardly and sat down next to him,careful to keep my sleeves low on my hand.
The next twenty or so minutes was kind of a blur, I was so nervous I couldn't think of anything but those perfect lips and dangerous eyes.
"And...Sydney, why are you here?"
Before I could remember what Ms. C had said about me not having to speak, I nervously confided.
"I cut. I've been a cutter for almost four years. About a month ago my parents caught me after I'd hit a vein for the third time, I hadn't had a chance to clean up and it scared them. They assumed i wanted to die, and here I am"
Before I could finish mentally scolding myself a high pitched, rather bitchy voice spoke up in the most condescending tone, "So you're a human pincushion. Pathetic."
"Amanda! That's a slip."
I didn't know what a slip was but it sounded bad.
"No,no that's quite alright. She's right. I am pathetic." My throat and face burned with shame.
Luckily group was over at that point anyway, the alarm over the PA system going off.