Gemotions

The elevator doors opened, and the polished floors of the therapist's office gleamed back at her. Her pulse hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence. Her stomach lurched as she approached the reception desk. She kept repeating her name over and over in her head as a mantra, hoping to ground herself.

The receptionist chirped, "Dr. Evans will see you now." Then, the door opened. And there stood, the girl who had caused her so much anguish during her school years. Jessica. Her breath hitched. The world tilted on its axis. *No, this can't be true.*

She felt a giggle rise up her throat, a choked, unnatural sound. Her hand flew up to cover her mouth, her fingers trembling. She bit down hard on her lip, a sharp, physical pain a desperate attempt to regain control.