Athea walked out of her therapists office ferociously ripping apart the papers in her hands. She didn't need any of the things the stupid french guy wrote on the notes. Not any advice, not any new anger management techniques she could try, not anymore new tea herbs. She strongly believed that nothing this man could ever tell her would help her in any way. "If your office accidentally catches on fire, it's not murder." She mumbled beneath her breath; her blue orbs fixated upon her shoes, as she chose to take the longer way to her house - around the wildlife preserve pond.
With her hands stuck in the depths of her pockets, she kicked the pebbles around the pond; her head still bowed to her chest, her eyes observing the tiny flowers her footsteps destroyed one by one. The only moment her gaze actually tore from the ground was when a nauseating and sickly-sweet, musty odor caused for her nose to wrinkle in disgust. Following the smell, she walked around the pond with hr brows furrowed in sheer frustration mixed with concern. The more steps she took, the stronger the smell grew, and as soon as what seemed to be a dead body hanging from one of the trees came into her view, Athea heaved a heavy, bone rattling,sigh.