I stood up and said "That's me". She smiled at me and told me to follow her.
She led me down a quiet, dimly lit hallway. It felt almost..... cozy. We reached a door and she opened in and motioned for me to enter. She asked me to take a seat or the couch, and she sat down in her chair. Her office had pictured, drawings from her kids, a small little clock that made a constant tick tock tick tock tick tock.
"Sooo, you're here because you self harmed, right?" She looked at me with sympathy. I didn't want her sympathy, it's what I came here for. In fact, Bunni was the one who made me come.
"Yeah," I replied. I drew in a deep breath, not sure of what was to come.
It was actually quite boring. We really only talked about problems, my privacy rights, and more about me. But I promised Bunni I would go back.
At the end, she looked at her watch and said, "Well, looks like times up." She called Bunni in and we made another appointment for in a few weeks.
God help me.