Being his Therapist

Being his Therapist

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"So, Drew, whats wrong?" I pushed my thick black glasses up and looked up at him. He looked down at his hands, nervously playing with his keys. "I...I got problems." His voice was small and near breaking, I quickly wrote in my notepad, taking in his words. "What kind of problems Drew?" I stopped writing and glanced up at him. He was looking out the window, the pain on his face overwhelmed me. His blue eyes were full of tears as he toke a deep breath, "I just want to die." Bethany knew that Drew Harris wasn't going to be an easy case. Everything about him screamed broken and hopeless. Suffering with problems of her own, she discovers that helping him could possibly mean saving herself too.
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