Gemotions

The waiting room was decorated in soothing tones, filled with the hushed whispers of other patients. Lisa felt a tremor in her hands. She was struggling, lost and unable to connect with her own emotions. She looked up when a door opened and a woman, her face familiar, emerged. It was Bethany. The girl who’d spread rumors about her, made her an outcast, and left her sobbing in the school bathroom for days.

The world seemed to spin. Bethany, now wearing a crisp blazer, smiled warmly and beckoned Lisa into her office. Lisa felt the air leave her lungs. She couldn't believe this was happening.

“Lisa, please, come in. Have a seat.” Bethany gestured toward a comfortable-looking armchair. Lisa, still reeling, did as she was told, the memory of Bethany’s cruel smile searing into her mind.