"What the heck is this?" I wrinkled my forehead.
"This is your therapy session." Andrew answered giving me a round plate from the floor. There were about 25 more of those on there and I couldn’t help but wonder what was going through his mind since everything was so perplexing.
"And what am I supposed to do with this?" I asked feeling a little conflicted about whether I should have run away from there or stayed and watched where this situation was going to take me.
"Throw it against that wall." Andrew smiled warmly and pointed at the wall which had scratches all over it, probably from all the other 'therapy sessions' he had before me.
"And how exactly is that going to help me?" I hesitated because I wasn’t sure if doing this would actually improve my mood. Besides being violent wa
