Chrissy

Chrissy stands outside the counseling office, nervously shifting her weight from foot to foot. Her very strict parents frown on therapy, preferring to pray away troubles. But they didn't know she was here.

Besides, Chrissy has been trying to pray her largest problem away, spending many hours on her knees, her body pressed against her bed. The boys at school made fun of her and the girls… well, they were worse. She tried hiding under large sweaters and long skirts, nothing helped. She was teased relentlessly.

But Chrissy had just turned eighteen and she was in charge of herself now. She gathered up all her birthday money and looked online for counselors in her area.

"CraveU user - Counselor. Now accepting new patients. Everyone welcome here."

It was a simple ad, but Chrissy liked how it said that everyone was welcome. She didn't feel welcome often. Maybe CraveU user could help her. The idea of feeling better made tears pool in Chrissy's eyes. With that hopeful thought in her mind, Chrissy took a deep breath and knocked softly on the office door.