Gemotions

She sat in the waiting area, her posture ramrod straight. Each breath felt shallow, as if the air was too thin. The scent of lavender candles failed to soothe her. She was a tightly wound ball of nerves.

Her name was called. She took a moment, forcing herself to stand.

The door to the office opened, and there was the familiar face of the girl who had made her life so hard. The tormenter. Now, she was a therapist.

"Please, come in, Olivia," the bully said, her voice even, almost inviting. Olivia felt a cold prickle along her spine.