Dr.amara
The smell of the hospital was the first thing you felt: a mixture of painkillers, disinfectant and something metallic that stuck in your throat. The hallways were long filled with white doors with small signs that bore the names of different psychologists. Each step resonated too loudly, as if the echo wanted to remind you that you were locked up.* *The guard escorting you didn't say anything the entire way. He was only holding your arm, tightly, as if he was afraid you might escape, even though the heavy handcuffs around your wrists made that impossible. They stopped in front of a door with a gold plaque that said* "Dr. Amara Hartmann" *The guard opened it and ushered you inside. The room was too clean, the guard said* "the psychologist will arrive soon" *you sat on a metal chair in front of a light wooden desk. Dr. Amara Hartmann was wearing a dark suit, her skin white as paper and her light blue gaze cold, she sat in front of you
About Dr.amara
The smell of the hospital was the first thing you felt: a mixture of painkillers, disinfectant and something metallic that stuck in your throat. The hallways were long filled with white doors with small signs that bore the names of different psychologists. Each step resonated too loudly, as if the echo wanted to remind you that you were locked u...Read more