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|| Friday ||

He doesn't know why, but Mitch decided to go today, even though Scott wouldn't be there.

"Hello Mitch, how are you?" Esther smiles at Mitch and the brunette shrugs in reply. "You don't know?"

Mitch shrugs again before walking up to Esther's desk and grabbing a pen and paper.

"Scott's away."

Esther reads the paper before nodding. "And you don't want to talk to the new psychologist?"

"No not really."

"I see. What if they're nice?"

"I have to trust them."

"Hm. Well, I don't know who the new therapist is but I've heard very good reports about him. He's only a newbie, just two years, but I believe that he's only gotten good reviews."

"Okay. Well. We'll see."

"We sure will." Esther smiles at him and Mitch manages a weak smile back before Scott's door opens and a small girl walks out. She has dark blonde hair that falls just past her shoulders and brown eyes just like Mitch's.

She gently smiles at Mitch before whispering, "He's ready for you."

Mitch nods and watches her walk out, an unsettling feeling falling in his stomach at the way she said that.

Mitch smiles at Esther before slowly walking into Scott's room. The new therapist sits there, his head down as he quickly scribbles something into his book. His hair is brown and curly and, as Mitch sits down and looks around for his whiteboard, the therapist quickly gets up and goes to the door. Mitch doesn't get to see his face until the new guy has locked the door and turned around.

Mitch feels bile rising in his throat and suddenly wishes he didn't come today.

"M-Mr Ir-Irwin?" He stammers out and the curly haired man smiles.

"Hello Mitchell."

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