"So, who wants to talk next?" asked the tall red headed woman.
The woman's name was Libby but I never paid much attention to her so it didn't matter much to me.
"Andrea? Do you want to tell us what caused you to be here?"
I silently closed my notebook and set down my pen. Writing seemed to be the only thing that helped me feel like I hadn't gone completely insane.
"Andrea?" Libby repeated trying to get my attention.
"Its Andie," I replied softly. why does she ask questions that she already knows the answer to? I thought as I rolled my eyes. She asked me the same question every week and never got an answer. I guess it will get her off my back if I tell her a little for now.
" About two years ago I lived in a Vancouver, Washington just me and my mom." why was I telling her something that I knew would just end with me in pain?
"I was on summer break from school. I had been dating a guy named Brandon for around five months," tears slowly began to run down my cheeks. Do I really want to do this? Why was I letting myself feel this pain again?
" That summer and relationship changed my life forever."
I thought about the day that the break up had happened on. I stared down at my wrist and began to tell the story of that horrible summer day and why it had caused me to be place in the fifth group therapy group in the two years since.