What about Phil?

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Ingrid's therapist's POV

I led Ingrid into the room and signaled that she should sit, I sat down across from her, I noticed that Ingrid was tapping her foot and looking at the floor. Her hair looked kind of messy but I didn't judge since I usually came into work with messy hair.

"So Ingrid, how are you today?" I asked and she managed to look up from the floor, I saw tears in her eyes, she spoke.

"I was shown this picture of me and my first boyfriend and I didn't know how to react so that's why I came here" she said this and took the picture out of her pocket and passed it to me, I looked at it she seemed so happy in it, and the other half of the photo was her boyfriend kissing her.

"What happened between you two?" I asked leaning back in my chair and pushing my glasses back up.

"Well I broke up with him cause I found him cheating on me with my ex-best friend, I thought he was the one and for the year that we dated he made me so happy but now every time I think or see him I just want to cry" she said and fiddled with a her ring that she had worn to every session we had had.

"Anyways, the thing that I wanted to get off my chest is...." she took a long break before speaking again, "as you probably know I had a rough upbringing not like my parents didn't support me but I was bullied in school for being different, but that's not news I've said that before, but what I haven't said is stuff that I haven't spoken about in years" she looked out of the window like she was recalling her past, she sighed before taking again.

"So I was diagnosed with high function anxiety and seasonal depression when I was just thirteen and that was the time where I developed Bulimia and I started self-harming...." she said.

"What kind of self-harming?" I asked since I should probably know to help her.

"cutting, burning and scratching" she said and then continued "well anyway, when I was sixteen, I was getting bullied really badly so during the summer when Phil was home from university for the summer break, I tried to hang myself but Phil got me down"

she was verging on tears I handed her the tissue box but she denied it and took a sip of her water. "After that, I went into a coma for three days, but after that, I started seeing a therapist but he was terrible as in he sexual harassed teenage girls...." she paused and noticed that she was shaking, she continued tapping her foot, I cut her off before she could continue.

"Your tapping your foot, is that a coping mechanic for you?" I asked, she nodded and then tilts her head and corrects herself. "I mean yeah it helps but I also do it when I have a song stuck in my head, anyways, shall I continue?" I nodded my head to her question.

"So I'm alone for my appointments with this therapist, and he started putting his hand on my leg and that's when I started crossing my legs more, and after that session I got him sent to prison for rape."

"I'm sorry that had to happen to you, but I'm glad you got him in prison for what he was doing to young girls," I said looking into her eyes which were filled with pain.

"Oh and also I'm kinda dating my brother's best friend which is also his roommate" she said this and I was shocked at what she just said and then I saw she was looking at her watch so I looked at mine, our hour was nearly up, "wait, what do you mean by that?" I asked looking at her, now she was smiling. Ingrid stood up and said "You know what I mean," she said while leaving since our time was up.

Ingrid's POV

I was walking out of the building and I felt the tears starting so I took off running and went straight to my friend Eve's café. Once I reached it I burst through the door and everyone was looking at me and Eve saw me and rushed over and took me through the staff only door

~Amazingphanda