Therapy (Phan)

1: My ship went down in a sea of sound.

"Phil, honey, don't be mad at me for this. I'm just trying to help you. It's just a support group where they have therapy sessions. It's not the end of the world."

Phil's mum's voice broke the silence that was in the car. Phil had been giving her the silent treatment ever since she said she was sending him to therapy.

She was doing what was best for her son, and she knew that he knew it.

"Philip," his mum tried again, just trying to get him to say at least something. "Phil, talk to me, dear."

Phil sighed and looked over at his mum, giving in a bit. "I'm upset with you," he stated simply, turning away to look out the window of the car.

"For what? Helping? Or at least trying to?"

His mum was getting more and more upset. Her son wanted to leave her, like, how could she not be upset about that?

Phil shrugged, just waiting to finally get the therapy over with.

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Phil's mum had dropped him off outside the building. He made his way inside and was met with the counselor guy.

"Why, you must be Phil," the guy said, gesturing for Phil to follow him as he began walking off. "I'll be giving you the therapy lessons. My name is Chris Kendall."

Chris lead Phil to the therapy room thing. He made everyone sit down in the chairs in a circle. Phil was sat next to a boy with chocolate brown hair with eyes to match, and a pretty girl.

"Now," Chris began, just as he took his seat. "I want you all to introduce yourselves. Starting with... you." He pointed to a kid sat across the room.

"My name's Brendon," the kid said, looking over at the next person, not wanting to say anymore.

"I'm Nick," this kid with curly hair said.

Phil tried to pay attention to the names: Brendon, Nick, Alex, Gerard... he was losing focus... Frank, PJ...

Then it was the girl beside Phil's turn. "I'm Jay," the girl said, biting her lip.

It was Phil's turn now.

"I- I'm Phil," Phil mumbled, looking over at the boy with chocolate hair as he bit his lip. He was nervous.

"I'm Dan," the boy said, and that's when Phil stopped listening.

Phil tuned out the majority of the session unless someone talked to someone next to him. Nobody wanted to say why they were there either.

The day ended quickly and before Phil knew it, his mum was there to get him.

'The day could've been worse', Phil thought to himself.

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Hey I know this is really short but tbh I don't really care rn I just want this published. Love u guys♡