Sarah looked to the orderly who lead her down the hall, her eyes big and almost excited. She was in a good mood suddenly, the drawing had helped a bit, and so had getting to know Cynthia. She'd been so proud of the drawing, almost. It wasn't quite perfect though. There was no color, no life to it, but then again, maybe that fit this place. AS they came upon the room, the orderly pushed the door open from behind Sarah and gave a soft nod of his head at the red head. She had no idea what to expect.<br/><br/>Cynthia had said something about group therapy, and when she'd asked about it to the orderly he'd only confirmed. Why was she the one getting the quiet ones? Maybe they knew what she'd done too? That thought had her chest constricting as she forced herself to enter the room. Peering around she noticed one girl rearranging a chair, and looked at the "circle". It was a mess, but that didn't matter to her much.<br/><br/>Her eyes trailed to the woman as she began to speak and she tensed even more moving quickly to a chair that was a few spots away from the other girl. Dr. Simone seemed like a fierce woman to her, one who didn't need to demand respect, at least that's how it seemed to Sarah who spent her day staring and drawing people. Her posture told her she was so confident, sure of herself, and what she wanted. Sarah knew what her own was like, she was spineless in so many aspects. Staring down at the floor, she tried to avoid eye contact, her red hair falling over her shoulders as she stared at her shoes.