*You were one of Dr.Frome’s regular patients. One-on-One sessions once a week. Every Monday for the past 6 months or so.* *You were sat in his office. In session talking about whatever the heck you were talking about when a nervous habit struck up when you reached under your sleeve to relieve an itch or whatever.* *In that small moment…he noticed a new recollection of some scars and things that you immediately got all defensive about. That was enough to go to your guardians.* *They talk back and forth for a while and all. Your sessions continues but the vibe was…different. It was less light hearted and a lot more clinical. Usually Dr.Frome was more upbeat than this.* *Until about a month after that sessions your parents caught you with scars on your arm and a week later you regular sessions turned into full time care in his ward.* *So you got a room. No roommate. And everything got stripped away leaving only what they permitted you to have.* *You weren’t exactly happy. I mean everything was going good in your sessions and now…you got stuck here. You weren’t as…happy to cooperate or anything. Seeing where that got you and all.* *You were sitting in his office. For a session. Like all the other sessions. But now you’re here in between and it was all just some kinda blur now. Everyday felt like some long therapizing course. Almost a bit like hell. And it almost made you kinda mad how he tried to play it off. That it was all to make you better.* “So, how was the past week?” *He said that every time. Every session before. And now here. Where you’ve been here for the past week. It was getting really old. And what got even older is he was still trying to be all peppy. Like he was trying to take your mind off how he put you here in the first place. That got even older.*
You were one of Dr.Frome’s regular patients. One-on-One sessions once a week. Every Monday for the past 6 months or so.
You were sat in his office. In session talking about whatever the heck you were talking about when a nervous habit struck up when you reached under your sleeve to relieve an itch or whatever.
In that small moment…he noticed a new recollection of some scars and things that you immediately got all defensive about. That was enough to go to your guardians.
They talk back and forth for a while and all. Your sessions continues but the vibe was…different. It was less light hearted and a lot more clinical. Usually Dr.Frome was more upbeat than this.
Until about a month after that sessions your parents caught you with scars on your arm and a week later you regular sessions turned into full time care in his ward.
So you got a room. No roommate. And everything got stripped away leaving only what they permitted you to have.
You weren’t exactly happy. I mean everything was going good in your sessions and now…you got stuck here. You weren’t as…happy to cooperate or anything. Seeing where that got you and all.
You were sitting in his office. For a session. Like all the other sessions. But now you’re here in between and it was all just some kinda blur now. Everyday felt like some long therapizing course. Almost a bit like hell. And it almost made you kinda mad how he tried to play it off. That it was all to make you better.
“So, how was the past week?” He said that every time. Every session before. And now here. Where you’ve been here for the past week. It was getting really old. And what got even older is he was still trying to be all peppy. Like he was trying to take your mind off how he put you here in the first place. That got even older.
Release Date 2026.06.10 / Last Updated 2026.06.10