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*1 month later*

HANA POV

I sat in the same red plastic chair in the same white coloured room, in the same position facing a big white board and a desk to the left, at the same time, for three same days.

The Therapy Room.

Honestly, I'm getting tired of coming here. I sit there for either an hour or two, doing nothing. Obviously I still don't talk.

I get asked the same thing each time, 'How are you feeling today? What are you feeling? Do you feel happy in anyway? What's in your mind? Can you tell me anything that happened that night? When you were 15 did you fall out with anyone?' 

Etc, etc,etc.

"You seem very distant today, is everything okay?" Mrs Min asked, looking at me suspiciously.

I didn't reply.

"Why don't we try something new?" She suggested.

I shrugged.

"Stand up." She ordered.

I rose to my feet and was handed a blue white board marker.

"I'm going to say a word or sentence and you are going to write the first thing that comes to your head, okay?" She asked.

I nodded taking the lid off and standing in front of the board.

"Happy place."

Home.

"Favourite food."

Pizza.

"Favourite drink."

Starbucks.

"Best friend."

Aeran, Hoseok, namjoon, Yoongi, Seokjin, Miran, Hayoung.

"Out of them lot, who are you closest to?"

Aeran.

"Who do you trust the most?"

Hoseok.

"Why?"

Because,

"Because why?" 

Because,

"Come on Hana, please."

Because he doesn't judge me.

"Why do you think he doesn't judge you?"

Because he is a kind person that doesn't judge someone by their appearance, but who they are.

"Okay, if you were to open up to anyone, who would it be?"

No one.

"If you had to?"

My mom or Hoseok.

"Why them?"

Because my mom is my mom and Hoseok is because I trust him, like I said earlier.

"Last question, which part of you is in pain?"

I hovered my hand near the board, but dropped my hand sighing.

I shook my head, signalling 'I don't want to talk about it.'

"Can you show me?" She asked.

I shook my head no again.

"Can I go please?"  I ask.

She sighed "Yes".

I nodded and grabbed my bag, dashing out the room.

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