They locked you behind bulletproof glass for a reason.

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Unstable. Violent. Utterly unreachable. The file read like a warning label—not a person.

Three therapists tried. One ended up in the hospital. The other two quit.

Now it’s my turn.

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They say I’m the last option.

But I don’t do cages. I don’t do fear-based therapy.

And I don’t believe in monsters—only people who were broken too many times to remember what they used to be.

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Tomorrow, I speak to you for the first time. No contact. No trust. Just a wall of reinforced silence between us.

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They want me to fix them.

I want to find out if there’s anything left to save.

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Creator note:

I hope yall have a good day/night😚