So, it hasn´t got to do with this story, but if you´re a twilight- fan. My twilight- fic is going to be a Sims 3- series, you´ve got the link on my profile if you´re interested.
I´m so sorry for not updating.

When we came into George´s room, or office, or whatever to call it, I stood still for a couple of seconds and looked around, the room was small, but kind of a lot of things were pressed into it. There was a bookshelf, two of three shelves in it were jam- packed with books, about different disabilities, and phycology. On the third shelf there stood a few framed photos. A desk, with a laptop, more books, and a kettle, next to there stood an open box with teabags A few windows with curtains hanging so that no one could look in,, a closed cupboard, with curtains hanging so that no one could look in, a table, and three chairs. I sat down in one of the chairs. George poured hot water from the kettle in one cup and then looked to me.

"Tea?"

"No… no thanks." I shook my head, he nodded, took a teabag for his own cup and then sat down, on the opposite side of the table from me, he placed his cup at the table and looked at me.

"So…. Who is Sophia? Tell me ´bout yourself."

"What do you wanna know about me?"

"I dunno, what´s interesting to know about you?" I shrugged.

"I´m Sophia Atkins, I´m thirteen years old, what more do you need to know?"

"Do you know why you´re here?"

"Because Mike sent me!" George chuckled.

"Do you know why he sent you?"

"I guess I have some problems." I forced myself to talk, then I swallowed to save some time. "I… I´m sorry, I can´t… I can´t tell you anymore." I stood up. "I´m… I can´t tell you, it will hurt you." I took three steps over the floor and felt the door… locked. I tugged the lock, one time, two times, three times, faster, faster, faster. In the end I kicked the door as hard as I could, I didn´t care about George´s attempts to calm me down.

"OW." I jumped on one foot, with my hand around my toes on the other one.

"Sophia," George tried. "Sophia sit down, just a second. I limped over to the chair, and sat down again.

"Sophia, I know it´s hard to talk about." He began. "And I´m not forcing you to tell me anything, but you should know that, I´ve heard loads of people that have suffered traumas, and then just tried go talking to a psychologist, and that it actually makes it better."

"It won´t make it better." I said. "Can you let me out now?" George reached for something on his desk, he reached me two small cards. With his name, mailing- address and phone number.

"At least take my card, you can give the other one to Mike or whatever his name was. Just call if you need help all right?" I forced my head to a nod. George opened the door, and held it open, I walked out of the room, and without looking back, I walked back to the waiting room, and through the corridor to the lobby, and outside.

It was sunny outside, Mike wasn´t there yet, so I sat down on one of the big sand- boxes and leaned against the wall, and after a while, I spotted the elm- tree- house- van, and stood up.

I climbed up into the front seat, next to Mike, and put the seat- belt on, none of us said a word before we came out on the highway.

"So, that went faster than I thought it would!" Mike said. I shrugged, he continued. "How did it go?" I shrugged again. "You wanna go back there?"

"NO. I don´t ever wanna go back there, or to any other shrink ever AGAIN." I half- shouted, and then kept on looking out the window. When we had gotten out of the car, I reached him George´s card, and then walked up to my room. But I had barely gotten there, when Gina called down for house- meeting. I walked downstairs to the kitchen with the others.

"So," Mike began. "There is a new girl arriving tomorrow. Her name is Molli, and she´s five, she´s just gonna be here for about a month or two, because her father´s having some trouble coping. So I want you all to be on your best behavior when she gets her okay? Oh… and yes, she´s sharing with Carmen."

The next day

I was in the lounge, doing mostly nothing when Molli arrived the next day, the door knocked, and we heard Gina get it, than the voice of a grown- up- man was heard, and we heard two steps of pairs coming down the hall. Into the lounge came first Gina, then a blonde man, perhaps in his mid- thirties, with Molli sitting on his hip. At the sight of all the people in the room, Molli, who seemed very shy, buried her face in her father´s shirt. He smiled, and began talking to her.

"Turn your head princess" he said. "You gotta let the others tell you their names don´t ya?" Molli shook her head shyly, but turned her head a little, Gina pointed to us others, one at the time.

"This is Tyler, Frank, Joe and Stan, Carmen who you´ll be sharing room with, Tee and Sophia."

"Hi!" Carmen stood up and walked over to Molli and her dad. "I´m Carmen, I´m sure we´ll get along well. What´s your favorite colour?" Molli didn´t answer, and buried her face in her dad´s shirt again.

"Yeah, what is your favorite color princess… is it… ehrm… green?" Molly shook her head. "Okay… so what about brown? Not? So then… pink?" Molly nodded. "Oh yeah, that´s right, you like pink very much don´t ya?" Molli smiled. "And what do you like more then? You like horses?" Molli nodded again. "You wanna show them your collection?" Molli nodded again, and got up a box of my little ponies of her backpack.

It was later the same day, when the disaster stroke, I was on my way downstairs, when I heard kicking on the inside of the toy- cupboard- door. I stopped for a split second…

"Oh, god no." I turned around and ran as fast as I could to the cupboard, and opened the door, and yes, I had been right, from the snare I had hung in the roof, to hang myself if Luce didn´t make it here, Shawn hang, and he was panicking, I was on my way to start panicking to, but I forced myself to keep calm.

"MIKE." I shouted. "MIKE, SHAWN´S DYING. HELP, HELP. TEE. You know where those edge trimmers are?" Tee nodded. "Get one of those, Johnny get Mike…. Now." I was trying to loosen the snare around Shawn´s neck but he was kicking so he only kicked me away. But at last, after several painful kicks in my stomach and chest. He became unconscious, and I could get close enough, just as Tee came running with the edge- trimmer, I opened it, and cut the rope, Shawn fell to the floor with a bang, I fell down on my knees, Shawn wasn´t breathing. I started doing CPR.

"COME ON SHAWN." I shouted. "COME ON SHAWN. PLEASE DON´T DIE."

Please don´t die

Oh yeah, I know I´m the world´s most evil person for stopping there. Please review.