Gemotions

The fluorescent lights in the waiting room hummed, a monotonous drone that seemed to amplify the anxiety swirling within Daniel. He'd been battling the same demons for years, and each day felt like a struggle to stay afloat. He needed her guidance.

He recognized the name on the door as soon as he saw it: Eleanor Vance, LCSW. Eleanor, who had made his life a living hell in middle school. Now she was a therapist.

He felt a cold dread settle in his stomach. When she called his name, he felt like he was being summoned to the principal's office. His breath hitched in his throat.

She gestured for him to sit. He sat, stiff and wary, awaiting her direction. His muscles were rigid.