Day Three: Trapped

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   El waited in the small room that was connected to her therapists office. She had been here before, after her first attempt. The door opened and her therapist called for her, the dimly lit room with a faint smell of coconut was more than enough for her to not want to be there.

"Go ahead and sit down; the couch or the bean bag is fine." Her therapist, Jan, instructed. Jan always had high hopes for El. They all knew this.

El reluctantly sat down on the couch, it felt as if it was swallowing her. She sighed.

"I've seen the news, everyone has. How are you feeling about your thoughts being exposed?" Jan asked, she observed El. The girls face has sunken in some, dark circles underneath her eye. Her therapist took in how she held herself, her fingers digging into her arm. The dark brown, almost black hair that was long before had been but cut past her shoulder.

"I feel pissed. Why am I even here?"

"Well El, your mother and I are worried, we think it's best for you." El stared at her therapist that had a few more wrinkles and gray hairs.

"No, I mean why am I here? I'm going home, this is a waste of your time." With that El picked up her bag and left the coconut smelling room. Her mother reluctant to take her back did anyways so she wouldn't get upset.

El didn't want to talk about her feelings anymore.

Her mother was tired of fighting.

And Jan wanted to push even harder to get her better.

And Jan wanted to push even harder to get her better

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