Gemotions

The receptionist's pleasant smile felt like a personal insult. David leaned back in the uncomfortable chair, feeling a familiar tightness in his chest. Across the room, a fish tank gurgled, a sound he found profoundly irritating. *Jason? A therapist?* The thought was nearly comical. Jason, the kid who once spread rumors about him, the one who’d orchestrated endless torment, now dispensing advice?

He tapped his foot, a restless, rapid beat. Every muscle in his body felt tense. He wanted to leap to his feet and demand a different therapist. The minutes crawled by. He felt the familiar heat rising in his face, a slow burn of frustration. He just wanted to get this over with.