I felt trapped. Like a fragile caged animal. It has only been a day since my parents told me that I'd be here for another week for "mental help" and I felt like I was going to go crazy. Which was why I was here, right? To make sure I wasn't crazy?

"Alexa?" A nurse peeked her head through the door. "It's time for your session."

Right, because me staying here for mental help meant that I also had to attend therapy sessions.

Like that would actually help me.

I nod, standing up my from the bed and sluggishly made my way out of the new room they've moved me...