((was to lazy to read over it so sorry if any mistakes..))
Michael sat in a little chair in a circle full of many people, he didn't know group therapy would be today. maybe Ashton knew, and just wouldn't tell him. he knows Michael hates group therapy more than anything.
he nervously picked at the ripped him on his light blue skinny jeans, patiently waiting for mrs. Clara to walk in. he did like the group therapy doctor, she was nice, positive, and actually cared.
"Michael stop." a girl named Jenna snapped from across the room.
"stop?" Michael questioned.
she nodded, "yes, stop picking at your jeans, you're being annoying."
Michael uncomfortably tensed in his seat, knowing Jenna was gonna give him shit today, like she usually does.
"hey guys," mrs. Clara smiled while sitting in her usual seat, "let's get personal today? tell each other why we're all here?"
Michael pursed his lips, he doesn't feel comfortable talking around these people, especially Jenna. he never talks when she's here, she's always dogging in him and his 'little' problems as she calls them.
"Michael?" mrs. Clara said softly, wanting him to share.
"n-no I'm good." he replied, faking a smile.
mrs. Clara shook her head, "no Michael you never share with the group, that isn't fair is it? you need to tell us why you're here so we can all help each other."
Michael nodded, not knowing where to start, where do you?
"I have PTSD, but over the last few months it's getting better, with my medication and having the support of my friend." Michael simply answered, hoping that's all he had to tell.
mrs. Clara gave him a smile, nudging him to go on, "it's okay Michael, tell us everything."
everything? Michael replayed in his head.
"well I don't really know where to start, but I'll start when I was 15, I met this boy named Aden," Michael had to take a breath after saying his name, "we instantly clicked, got along, he was nice to me, all that good stuff. we ended up...dating. it was a great 8 months, but it all went downhill from there and I don't even know how. I was always scared to give him what he eventually wanted, sex, I was still confused about my sexuality cause Aden was the only one I really was attracted too. Aden he, h-he started to beat me, call me names, and one night he eventually broke me. by raping me."
Michael didn't notice the tears falling from his face, or how his body was shaking and he felt all empty inside. he didn't tell the group half of what he's here for, or what his past is like, but he knows it'll get him through.
"sorry to here that Michael, who else has been in Michael's situation?" mrs. Clara asked the group.
Michael watched as everyone rose their hand, even Jenna, but she had a remark, "but I'm not a fag."
"Jenna." mrs. Clara snapped.
she shrugged, "it's true. Michael deserved that, Aden probably never even loved him. I don't see how ya'll went on for 8 months. seems like a load of bullshit to me."
"you think I'm lying?" Michael snapped, Jenna just nodded.
Michael stood up, about to walk out but, "why would I fucking lie? why am I even here? I'm better by myself then here with all these therapist and doctors who just put me down. I'm so much better than I was, I don't do any of the stuff I used to. so call me a liar, but I know I'm telling the truth."
