We Are Bound By Symmetry

Bit 7

Everyone has some sort of tick here. Freida, the overweight girl with terrible shoes, always twirls one of her dirty blonde curls around her pointer finger. Gina only eats celery and she's always twisting one hand around the other like they're never warm enough, which is pretty likely. The bald guy with a German name constantly taps his foot. Tri-pull-et tri-pull-et tri-pull-et.
It'd all be really fucking distracting if I actually wanted to listen.
There's about a dozen people here today, and all of them keep crying. I hate it when they get all emotional, I mean come on. We're all messed up. "Oh Jesus, my parents hate me, my wife left me, I'm soo pathetic." Yeah. You're right, bald German guy. You are pathetic.

"Katie?"
Oh goddamnit.

"Katie, why don't you get up here and talk with your Shadow?"

"Why don't you go die in a fire?"
She smiled. Our director used to be an addict too. From the way she's always so twitchy and full of energy, I think she's a liar. I think she still snorts and just tells us all she quit so we'll get sober. She's one of those ridiculous people that like you the meaner you are to them.

"Just give it a try, for me?" They'd all started clapping which is 'group' for 'Haha, bitch, you've got no choice.'

I walked to the front of my class, and stood across from an empty metal folding chair, staring at the space around it. The air's cranked up too high in here.

"Good, good. Now really talk to your Shadow, Katie. Tell it just what it's done to you, and that you won't stand for it anymore. Don't be afraid... everyone's supporting you here."
Always with the support bullshit.

I gave a dramatic sigh and shoved my hands in the pockets of my dirty jeans. Fuck this place.

---continued tomorrowwww--- :)