Therapy.
I sure as hell needed it.
Witnessing something that horrifying left me in shock. I couldn't comprehend the past events in my mind.
I wanted to die.
I wanted peace.
I wanted. To. Die.
So my mother ended up putting me in therapy.
My therapist? A middle aged woman with the name Alice Walker.
She had gone through worst things in life.. but she survived.. and became a therapist herself to help others..
At first, I thought Alice was a hero. I thought she was amazing and the one that would save..
But as the days went by.. I noticed something off about Alice.. there was something up with her..
So even in my messed up state of mind, I needed to find out what the hell this woman was hiding. And I had to do it fast.
