Ara
"Chloe, how are you doing?" I asked, and the high-schooler looked like she wanted to be anywhere but close to me. I figured that this technique wasn't working out, I needed her to be open to talking to me. She was too closed off. How was she supposed to be talking to me about trauma?
We were now in a small parlour by the side of the main living room. I liked the room a lot while I was in the house. It was a quiet place where I could just come to relax, have some time to myself without feeling like I was pressured. The calm green colours of the walls used to soothe me, and I hoped that it had the same effect on Chloe.
"Be comfortable with me, okay? I am like your big sister, I just want to ask you some questions, nothing serious, and you don't have to answer them if you don't want to
