Gemotions

"Next!" The receptionist's voice sliced through the tension in the crowded waiting area. Michael felt his palms begin to sweat. He'd been putting this off for weeks. He needed help. The anxiety was crippling. He took a shaky breath. His name was called. He followed the receptionist down a long hallway, his stomach churning with each step.

He stopped in front of a door marked "Dr. Derek Thompson, Clinical Psychologist." Derek Thompson. Michael froze. The name hit him like a physical blow. He remembered Derek. The bully who terrorized him for years. The kid who made his life a living hell. The door opened. A man with kind eyes and a welcoming smile stood before him. "Michael, come in. Let's talk."