“Hello Emmarie. I’m Preacher John. May I call you Emma?”
“Emmarie is fine. Thank you.” said Emmarie rather suspiciously.
“Now Emmarie, this is our preacher. He’s someone we respect and admire. Treat him as such.”, her Mother said with a smug smile on her face like she was trying to impress Preacher John.
“Does she have to be here?” asked Emmarie while rolling her eyes and resting her chin on her palm and her elbow on the armrest of her chair.
“EMMARIE”, exclaimed her Mother.
“Now, now ladies. I think we can all work through this together. As a team. Hm?”
“Of course, Preacher John!” said her Mother.
They both look at Emmarie… “Yeah, sure, I guess.” said Emmarie unconvinced with a fake lips pursed smile she barely managed to conjure up.
“Good. Now let’s start by praying for God to clear your soul of this darkness that has gotten ahold of you, Emmarie. He, and, only he can rid you of this wickedness that has possessed your being and brought you down with it. We don’t want to let this force pull you to the wrong side of the afterlife dear Emmarie. So, let us bow our heads now and close our eyes.”, he said with a strong and overbearing tone.
“See Emmarie. I told you. Everything will be ok.”, said her Mother grinning as she motioned with her head for Emmarie to bow hers.
Emmarie thought to herself as the preacher loudly spewed a religious plea to save her from damnation what a disaster this was already becoming. They already weren’t listening to her wishes and were coming together as a force to “heal” her the evilness set to destroy her salvation. This was gonna be one long and dreadful experience that just made her want to self harm more. They haven’t even thought for a second maybe I just need to talk? Maybe a pill would put chemicals back where they go in my brain? Maybe it’s teenage hormones? Or just maybe I need a Mother who hears me screaming for help and ACTUALLY pulls me in and holds me for a while while I spill my guts for a change! Is any of that so hard to consider? Even if just for a moment?

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