Life is never easy.

My Dad: a fucking pervert scum
My mom: fucked to death by dad
My Brother: just nothing
And Me ... the sextoy

Life is pain.

And there I was ... standing in front of the big door, next to it on the wall hung a big white schield with the inscription:
Room 203, Dr. Jeon.

My heart was racing so fast that it almost jumped out of my chest.

/Should I enter?/

I gulped

I have to. /Fuck you dad! I don't wanna go inside this room just to get told that I have fucking problems!/

My father forced me to go to the therapy sessions because he don't want his sextoy to die by harming itself. Yes ... I almost died once, but how the fuck should I get out of this shit if I'm not allowed to talk about the truth?! How does this work you fucking piece if shit called father?!

I closed my eyes and put my hand onto the door handle. I took a deep breath to calm myself down.
/I could easily go out of this shit, but I am the only person, who ist able to protect him with my 'whole body'. The only way to keep my brother save from my father. If I would go now, my brother would become his new sextoy and he surely would be fucked to death like it happened to our mother/

Suddenly the door was torn open and I flinched like hell out of fear.

I jumped back and fell on the ground, loudly moaning in pain of my to death fucked ass yesterday night, while the man, just as suprised as me, looked down at me in worry.

,,Hey are you okay?" He spoke softly

I didn't reply the question because I was too busy, staring at the black shoes in shock.

Dr. Jeon was standing right in front of me and leaned down to give me his hand that I can stand up. I could imagine he was looking after me because my therapy session started 10 minutes ago and he knew that I was sitting in the waiting room because he walked trough the entrance area to go to his therapy room. But unfortunately I was the only person sitting there and our eyed met.

I crawled backwards and was quite breathless. My eyes slowly looked up at the therapist, who was obvously in relief to see me.

,,Don't get too close or I'll kill you"
I whispered dangerously, while trying hardly to get up.
I knew that I will never be able to kill a person, rather we wouldn't have problems with our dad anymore.

,,Hey shh ... it's okay I just wanted to help you" He calmy spoke and continued reaching his hand to me in the hope to calm me down.

I huffed, finally standing on my feet and gave him a mad glance
,,I don't need your help"

He quietly sighed, took a few steps backwards and pointed into room the room, numbered 203.
,,I'm of the opinion you need help pretty fast, otherwise you wouln't be here ... right?" He smiled softly.

/Fuck you/ I growled and buried my nails into my hand ,,Fine" I mumbled and walked past him into the room without paying him any attention.

He kept smiling softly, followed me in and quietly closed the door behind him.

,,You have to be Jimin right?"
He slowly came closer and I went back a few steps.

,,Call me whatever you want I don't care" I spoke with an emotionless voice

I was standing in front of two armchairs opposide each other and between a small wooden table some sheets of paper, books and pencils on it. On the other side is a gray couch taking the place.
On the other side of these small table was a big couch with fluffy gray and blue pillows onto. (Picture is above)

The room seems comfortable, the windows are covered with half-open blinds and is filled with the fresh air of a spring afternoon. Behind one of the armchairs was a big wooden desk with some stuff on it. On the walls hung some pictures and a big clock. Behind the comfortable couch was a wooden shelf with many diploms and awards. What a surprise ... Dr. Jeon Jungkook is well known in Busan for his good work. I looked around in the room a bit as I realized Dr. Jeon was standing behind me and I took another steps back, making sure he is not too close.

,,Fine Jimin. Please take a seat over there in the armchair okay?"

I shook my head and kept standing there in the middle of the room.
,,I don't want to."

He grabbed a pen and a clipboard with a list pinned on it and took a seat in one of the armchairs.
,,But it's kinda uncomfortable to keep standing there for about 45 minuted isn't it?"

I looked at the big clock on the wall and grinned.
,,No it isn't and besides there are only 32 minutes left."

He even looked at his watch and then in direction of a calendar, which was hanging in the wall behind his desk
,,Oh it doesn't matter, I'm free for today so we can take the whole 45 minutes or longer.

/HELL NO PLEASE! SHIT!/
I bit my lip and slowly sank down into the armchair.

He glanced at me with a friendly expression and crossed his legs.

,,So Jimin, can you at first tell me please why you are here?"

I just starred onto the ground and burried my nails into the chair.

/ Please let me out of this shit!/