Every session I went to was extremely boring. I would walk in, hear my name and then just sit and stare at the wall for the other 50 minutes. The time passed extremely slowly as I had to listen to the horrendous stories of these dead beats who had ruined their life and now we're looking for some way out that they would never find. It was torture and the worst part was the occasional glance across the room.
What I saw made me feel uneasy every time. It was a sickening feeling in my stomach. The same feeling I got when I felt as though I was forgetting something but I couldn't think of what it was. Every time my eyes wandered across the room full of alcoholics I saw the girl. The one that could never stop looking.
