Chapter 1- The incident
Sansa had heard the rumors about Ramsay Bolton, but she didn't believe them. He was a family friend, and he was nothing but a gentleman towards her. He opened doors and walked her home in the evenings. Eventually, after weeks of flirting they started dating. It was nice at first. Sansa was in the shower when it happened. Ramsay snuck into the shower to surprise her. He reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. She playfully pushed him away and told jokingly told him to bugger off. "No, you're mine, and you'll do as I please." Sansa froze. "W-what? That's not funny, Ramsay." He pushed her up against the wall and forcefully kissed her neck. The man she knew was gone. He was replaced by a twisted and sadistic version of Ramsay. Sansa closed her eyes and hoped it would all be over soon.
It was her older brother, Jon, that saved her after the rape. Sansa had tried to commit suicide. Jon had kicked down the door to her apartment and found her in the bathtub with blood seeping from her wrists. The doctor agreed on letting Sansa move in with Jon if she agreed to have therapy sessions. She didn't want to talk about the rape ever again. "Sansa?" Jon said with a worried expression. "You need to talk about this, its eating you up. You won't eat and you barely sleep at night." Sansa dreaded the first session. "I'll drive you, and I'll be in the waiting room the whole time." She was silent during the drive over to therapist's office. Her mind was racing and her mouth felt dry as a desert. What was this therapist going to be like? She pictured an old lady with short hair and square glasses. The silent judgmental type, probably.
"Sansa Stark?" A blonde woman appeared in the waiting room. She had thick, wavy hair. And piercing blue eyes. Sansa swallowed hard and stood up awkwardly. "Welcome. Please follow me." She did. Every step felt heavy and shaky. They entered the office and the therapist introduced herself as Margaery Tyrell.