heartbeat | smiitz

n i n e t e e n

"where's my mind?"
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cameron hated sneaking around, but he didn't want the others to know he had a therapy appointment. it was embarrassing almost, he couldn't deal with his own problems so he needs another person to help. in cam's mind, that's pathetic.

cameron made the excuse that he needed time to himself, to drive around and think. if only that's what he was doing.

he stopped in front of the therapy place, called Mind Springs. to cameron it didn't look to welcoming, the wore down wood and falling apart sign told him so.

he slowly made his way in. the lady at the front desk popped her bubblegum and handed him a clipboard with multiple papers on it. that lady scared him but so did everyone else in here.

the sheet was almost like a quiz, but instead of testing your knowledge on math it tested you on if you paid attention to yourself and emotions.

cameron quickly filled out the sheet, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible.

he walked back to the desk and handed the lady back the clipboard. she skimmed read through the thing, popping her gum again. she asked him a couple of questions before shooing him back into the waiting room.

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after about a 10 minute wait a lady called his name and lead him up to a small room. it smelt like cinnamon, a small diffuser sitting on the ladies desk. she sat down at her chair, and ushered cameron to sit in the one a little way in front of her.

"hi cameron, my names peggy. before we start this session i want you too know that any information will never leave this room unless i think you are a danger to yourself or others. now, i want you too tell me what you think is happening and what you feel okay? i wont judge you for anything."

cameron nodded, taking a deep breath. this is going to be a long hour.

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A/N: i want to write a smii7y x reader but i've never written in any other POV then third person and i feel like i'd have to write in readers pov, idk what the dooo