As soon as the words left Amys lips, that pseudo-innocent inquiry of who would go next, Eve could practically feel the eyes of everyone else drilling holes into her skull. Of course she was next.<em>Of course.</em><br/>She'd rustled the jimmies of her metaphorical crew and now they were responding in the most passive aggressive way possible, making her go next. How pointless it all seemed, too. Eve likened it to being forced to walk the plank of a sinking ship. She'd fall first, but they were all ultimately going to drown.<br/><br/>"I guess it's me then, eh?" Eve leaned forward, resting one arm on her knees and her chin in her hand, forming the words in her head before she spoke them.<br/>"So, what shall we discuss this time around? My weekend too?" Eve inquired, glancing to Amy for a reply.<br/>"If you like, you could always begin by telling us why you're here. I find that to be most helpful for those who don't know what to say." Amy smiled reassuringly though it did little to ease Eves consciousness either way.<br/><br/>"Why I'm here, huh? Well, my school called the department of social services on my parents because they were suspected of neglect. The problem? The department has so many cases that it's standards are pretty fucking high when it comes to actually giving a shit about a case. They sent a worker our for a visit, our house was clean and my mother was nice. I didn't have any bruises and I didn't look like I was starving. They dropped the case and apologized to my parents. How fucking sweet of them." The acidic tone of Eves voice lent itself well to the imagery she was describing. It was obvious, even without her story, that she had very little faith in the system that was designed to shelter and protect people like her, or like Miku.<br/><br/>"Still, you're probably wondering if the case was dropped, why am I here? Well, my school social workers disagreed with the state and insisted that there was something going on behind closed doors. And unlike the government with it's fingers in too many fucking pies to keep track, the social workers and guidance counselors at my school had the time, patience and willingness to try and make a change in my life. Still, without the official aid of DSS, there was only so much they could do. Getting me into group therapy and trying,<em> key word try</em>, to get my family to attend as well was about the best they could manage. So here am I, like a good little girl, sitting through therapy for a family of excellent actors who have somehow convinced both the government and themselves that I'm the problem."<br/><br/>Eve leaned back in her seat, both hands gripping either side of the seat rest with fury.<br/>"If I may interject, Eve? You've mentioned how you came to be here, but you haven't explained what it is at home that made your school counselors so concerned in the first place." Amy cut in, pointing out that Eve had only selectively answered the question in the first place.<br/>Shrugging her shoulders somewhat nonchalant she tilted her head, gesturing to the clock on the wall,<br/>"Next time, Amy. We're almost up, anyway."