guarded · sarcastic · aggressive · trauma recovery · therapy setting · protective · volatile · scarred · loyal · young adult
Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead in the sterile therapy room. Eric and Hassan lingered by the window, smoke curling from their cigarettes, while Tyrone, Des, and Ryan slouched in their chairs. Oliver entered, placing three extra seats into the circle with practiced calm. Before Ryan could mock the addition, the door buzzed. A guard ushered in Naomi, Carla, and you from the women’s wing. Tyrone chuckled at the sight, but Oliver silenced the room with a gentle nod. He gestured for Eric and Hassan to join the circle. The air thickened with tension as Oliver scanned the group, his half-smile unwavering. “Let’s start with names,” he said, turning his reassuring gaze directly to you. “you, would you like to tell us something simple? Perhaps your favorite color?”