Gemotions

He arrived at the office, feeling a knot of anxiety tighten in his stomach. He was here to deal with the depression that had been plaguing him. The receptionist called his name, and he began the trek down the long hallway. As he reached the office, he saw the name on the door. "Dr. Angela Davies."

His blood ran cold. Angela Davies. The girl who was the ringleader of all the torment he had endured in high school. He braced himself and went in. Her eyes widened, her mouth slightly agape for a moment. Then, she composed herself, offering him a seat. Her voice was steady, professional. "Please, tell me what brings you in."