open starter for @butterflyrps
Adra had always thought seeking help was an embarrassment. However, knowing that other people also faced similar problems or go through the same stages as she did gave her some solace. Besides, she rather listen to other people complain or share about their issues before getting to hers rather than having one-to-one sessions with a therapist. That was always a chore because Adra would usually end up staring at her lap, giving monotonous answers. So here she is, in the elevator, heading to the session for the second time. She decided to read a pamphlet on survivor's guilt to pass the time.
“Adra?”
Her heart jumped to her throat as she looked up at the person addressing her. A sense of panic began to rise in the pit of her stomach. It was as if her worst nightmare had come true, to have someone she knew - know her secret. Her eyes widened in recognition. Insides squirming as her cheeks grew flushed. She quickly stuffed the pamphlet into her bag, hoping the other didn't notice what she was reading. No one was supposed to know that she’s going to this support group. She wished she could have hidden her facial expression. But Adra could not for the life of her, mask herself. The only good thing she could do was sarcasm but that wouldn’t work either. “Hi.” That was all she could wrangle out of her throat.
