The only thing on my mind was that girl. It was obvious that someone had done that to her, but who would choose to do such a thing? Apparently I would or I wouldn't have been in this situation in the first place.

I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts to even take notice of my new therapist and how he watched my every move.

"What's on your mind, Calum?" It was like he knew exactly what I was thinking because he didn't even flinch when I asked my own question.

"You know that girl, don't you? Skyler?" I noted his greying beard and bald head. He looked nice enough.

"Miss Park? Yes, I do." He nodded once. "She's been coming here for years."

Years. He was saying that she has been being abused for years and no one has done anything about it. My body was rigid as I stared up at the man in disbelief.

"I can't tell you any more than that," He spoke just as I opened my mouth to say something. Fucker. He can read minds.

"But let's talk about you." Doctor Gram sat back in a more comfortable position while I kept my posture straight and tense. "How has your day been so far?"

I involuntarily rolled my eyes, his extensive staring making me even more uncomfortable. I took a few deep breaths before I relaxed back into my own chair and crossed my arms over my chest. "How do you think it's going, Doc?"

"Well by your wonderfully sarcastic tone, I can only assume that your morning has gone perfectly."

I cracked a smile for the first time in what felt like forever. It was nice to know that this man wasn't here just to psychoanalyze me, but instead trying to relate to me in some way.

"Why did you ask about Skyler?" His question caught me slightly off guard. He said he wasn't allowed to talk about her, but that didn't mean I couldn't.

"You know exactly why I asked." My temper instantly flared. "She is sitting out there right now looking like she's been to hell and back."

"And that bothers you? You've never even spoken to her before." He wrote something down on the notepad he had rested in his lap.

"Of course, it bothers me," My voice rose drastically. "No one deserves abuse like that!"

"What about the boy you attacked?" I cringed at his choice of words. "Did he deserve it?"

I shut my eyes tightly as the screams from that night flooded my head. I tried to block it out, but it was the only clear thing I could remember. All the screaming from the people around me and from the guy I was beating half to death, they haunted me to no end.

"I don't know," I whispered. "I don't remember anything."

"By the look on your face I think you remember something." He jotted more notes down.

"Screaming, yelling." I shook my head in hopes that it would quiet the horrible sounds that played through my mind on repeat. "That's it."

"But it's something." Doctor Gram nodded his head in a reassuring manner. "We'll just have to figure out the rest together."

But that was what I was afraid of. If just the sounds of people's voices caused me this much mental distress, I could only imagine what remembering everything might do. I'll probably go insane by the end of these sessions.