The first session had been set up. Therapy wasn’t something that Demi even thought that she’d needed, hence never really kicking it off with the other three therapists’ that she previously had before she was assigned to Jayce Steele. Regardless of the pessimism that the brunette felt deep in her heart, she knew that she had to finally settle and confide in at least one staff member. If she didn’t do so, she would only be referred to somebody higher up or worse. Put in isolation for not cooperating.
Begrudgingly dragging herself opposed to her usual strut, Demi let out a heavy sigh as her porcelain palm grabbed the door handle that led to the mans office. Not even a knock or a word of speech before barging in, the girl had to assert her importance now. “Demetria. But you already know that. Oh- and please. Demi will do just fine.”