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"Take a seat everybody. We have another addition to the circle today, so if somebody could bring another chair in, that'd be great." Dean smiled, nobody moved.

The whole room remained silent. Why do these kids even come here? Is it because of the same reason as me, why were they even sent here.

Ever since the first session, I haven't stopped thinking about how mysterious it was here. Nobody spoke to each other, the only voice in the room was Dean's.

Therapy classes in movies are completely different. Even in American Horror Story. Tate has private classes with Violet's dad. Why can't my parents send me to one of those instead, when talking was normal. Or are those not actually a real thing? I would assume so because I always thought of therapy as someone lying on a chair, talking about how they feel and shit.

But I wouldn't know, because I'm a normal human, and I don't actually have to attend these 'classes'

I learned a few names today, since nobody spoke I didn't really know their names, and looking at someone's name tag was almost illegal in here. I don't see the point in this, these people are weird and I seriously don't like it.

Last night I was telling mom about the girl, how she was so strange, but gorgeous at the same time. It's like she has a story, or maybe she's one of those people who seriously don't like talking to people, and are rude and obnoxious. I liked her until she opened her mouth.

"It's because she knows why you're there, Kian." Mom told me.

"And how is that possible? nobody says a word."

"It's a class to stop you from talking to the opposite gender, to get you less obsessed, and sex crazed as you can. It'll do you some good kiddo."

I was so confused on why this therapy shite was good for you. How on earth is this helping? Sitting in a room with 20 other kids for two hours, not saying a word. That's it, I'm not going. Not only is it a waste of my time, but is a waste of money. Or that's what I thought anyway, the others seemed to disagree when I said something about it.

"Dean, may I ask a question?"

"Yes, Kian dear."

"Why the fuck are we paying one hundred dollars to sit here for two hours not doing, or saying anything?"

"Newbie, that's the whole fucking point. You're just lucky that you aren't as fucked up as we are. You got it easy my friend, you got it easy."

The mysterious girl spoke to me again, the last words I heard her speak were "Fuck you" and now she's giving me a speech. Like I mentioned before, I was too confused about everything right now, I just needed to go home and think about everything. Was I crazy? or had I gotten it easy. Who knows? I certainly do not know. But I'm sure I know someone who will know.

Her.

let me tell you a secret.

I wasn't actually going to be the one writing this book. (the first two chapters were actually me writing)

I felt like I couldn't be bothered to write anymore, so I asked a friend of mine to do so. She agreed, but I decided that I wanted to do this myself.

so hey I'm Maddie how's things.

thank you so much for reading and I hope you like this as much as I do.