Will I

Forced

WARNING: Panic attack

Support group was awkward the next time the group of friends saw each other. Kirstie and Scott haven't talked to each other since their argument last week while Avi and Kevin hung out whenever they could. Mitch didn't hang out with either of them because he was too scared to hang it with them. Right away, Doctor Jackson saw the awkwardness between the teens and cleared her throat, smiling at them weakly.

"Last week, I told you all to say why you were here," she began, making eye contact with Mitch. "Mitch, you begin."

"I...I don't want to."

"Mitch, you have to," she told him, her voice full of aggravation. "You just can't come here and say nothing."

"I don't what to say it though," Mitch replied, biting his lip. His four friends stared at him, wondering why he wasn't saying anything. "You can't make me."

"Yes I can," Doctor Jackson argued, her voice raising. Mitch felt his chest tighten at the louder voice. "Tell us, now."

"No."

"Tell me right now or I'll tell your therapist that you aren't listening."

"Please don't."

"Then tell me!"

"Don't yell please. It scares me."

"TELL ME!"

Mitch began to hyperventilate, putting his hand on his chest. He felt the tears run down his cheeks like Niagara Falls. He stood up and went to a corner, refusing to look at Jackson. He sat down and began to cry more, wanting to separate himself from the group.

"Nice going," Scott hissed, glaring at the doctor. He walked up to Mitch and sat down in front of him, hoping to calm him down. "Mitch, look at me. Breathe with me. Don't look at anything or anyone else."

Mitch did as he was told, Scott's voice bringing him back into reality. He saw someone else sit in front of him, but he couldn't tell who it was. When he was out of his panic attack entirely, he saw a pair of green eyes in front of him. They were different from Trevor's though. They weren't cold or mean.

They were loving.

"Are you okay?" Avi asked, helping Mitch up. The younger one nodded, afraid of speaking. "Let us continue. Let's hope you don't screw up, Jackson."

Jackson shook her head as she looked at her patients, sighing quietly. She smiled at them and stood up, the annoying smile still there. It's like she didn't even notice that she put one of them into a panic attack earlier.

"Let's do some trust exercises!"

~~~

"I hate my therapist," Avi exclaimed, shaking his head. Esther nodded as she poured some apple juice in a glass for him. "How can I hate one person so much?"

"Probably because she scared Mr. Cutie," Esther remarked, smiling whine Avi began to blush. "What does he look like anyway?"

"He's an inch shorter than me. He has these amazing big brown eyes that reminds you of the stars in the night sky. He has this hair that sweeps his forehead and makes him look more shy than he already is. He has these adorable dimples that you just want to kiss. There's just something that I haven't seen yet."

"And what is that?"

"His smile," Avi replied, resting his head in the counter. He sighed to himself, wanting to see a smile that graced Mitch's features. "I've see him smile a couple times, but they don't seem genuine. It looks like he is too scared to smile. What happened to him?"