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sink, where there is a drinking glass.
    “What are these for?”
    “I just need you to take them Willow, it’s part of your therapy regime while your here.”
    I stand and walk toward the sink hesitantly, thinking about how not to take these pills. My therapy regime is crap. That regression therapy, last night. I’m not taking these pills. She watches me take the pills and drink the water. I have to show her my open mouth and move my tongue to show I’m not holding pills hostage.
    Where’s the trust?
    I grip the pills in my left hand, where I slipped them next to my water glass. Score.
    Dr. Bauche quietly leaves, satisfied.
    I study the pills in my hand and decide to keep them. I open a door next to Emily’s bed, and it’s a full bathroom. I go across, back to my side, and open the door to find a closet with clothes and shoes. My clothes are recognizable, especially my favorite hoodie. I put the pills in the sleeve, where there’s a hidden pocket. I get refreshed and open my room’s door to a bare white hallway. I feel like an escapee and I’m lost. I need an exit sign over a door.
    I hear laughing to my left and walk to a room named Yellow Brick Road. Several teens are lounging around in beanbags, on sofa sectionals, and on floor pods. I see Emily in the far corner. The counselor acknowledges me, and I sit over by Emily.
    “We need to talk,” I whisper to her.
    “I know; this is some crazy.” She is distracted, looking at a guy sitting across the room in ripped jeans and a black t-shirt with a gray hoodie. His long, messy hair falls forward on his face, and his arms are folded. He almost looks asleep, until he speaks. His voice is soothing and deep.
    “I’m not going to talk today, so let’s move it along.” He says.
    The guy running the group looks very irritated and replies. “Theon, that’s not going to move you forward on an outpatient basis. You have to put in the work.”
    He settles back in his beanbag chair, and the counselor turns his stool to me.
    “So, Willow, did you find your triggering point?”
    I look at Emily, who is still looking at Theon. Most in the room are looking and paying attention to other things besides me, except the counselor.
    “My triggering point? I don’t really…”
    “From yesterday’s activities? I observed that there is a trigger with your family. There is anger. A lot of anger.”
    Him mentioning my family an accusing anger, heats up my face. I don’t know who he is and how he knows anything about me or my family.
    “Sure, I think most teens will say that — it’s not unique.”
    A few kids sitting to the left affirm my statement. Emily half-heartedly laughs.
    “Yes, that is certainly true in the general sense. However, none of you are here in the general sense. There has been acting out that either hurt yourself or others, which brought you here. The time here is to teach you with how to control those triggers and behaviors.”
    I take a sharp inhale. Did I hurt someone?
    Emily pushes out her chest forward. “Those actions make me, me! Are you trying to change me, Brad?” She drags out his name mockingly.
    He smiles, unmoved by the outburst.
    “No, not change in the sense you’re assuming, but being aware of your impact on yourself and your surroundings is necessary.”
    Flipping her hand dismissively at him she says, “I’m totally aware.”
    Theon stands up and looks to have a small grin under all that hair. He also looks like he has two bumps on the top of his head. His hoodie is covering it up.
    “Theon, ready to share?”
    “Uh, no, it’s time to go.” He says in his smooth voice.
    “Ah, lunch time,” Brad confirms, looking like he’s happy it’s over, too.
    Everyone stands up, and leaves the room. I walk with Emily down the hallway.
    “What is going on?” I ask.
    “I’m not sure — but it’s your party, so I’m just along for the ride.” She claps me on the back.
    “My party?”
    We turn the corner and followed the line that is