Part One

Sets up the story, shows you a bit into Melody's world.

                   After sitting there for about ten minutes, I finally got out of my car. I didn't want to, but I had to. As I walked up the path to my therapy group, I realized today, I forgot my sweatshirt. Turning around to go home, I paused. Thinking to myself, I realized that who really cares now. I don't. Nobody else should. To them, I'm just another freak with a problem. So, I turned around and walked through the doors to Tri-County, and just hoped today wouldn't be a bad day.
                 The walls of Tri-County always bug me. Ever since I was thirteen, I've been coming here, and they haven't changed colors once. They're plain white, with lots of dirt and grime. The green tile floor makes me sick every time I look at it. The room I hate the most in this building though, would be the therapy room. From thirteen to fifteen, I've been going to personal therapy, and now, they've decided to put me in group therapy. The past two years, that's where I've been going every week. 
                 The group therapy room is a light blue color, with a sky blue carpet. The walls are blank, but have quotes all over, mentioning stuff about how groups can work together to solve problems and such. A bunch of bull crap to me. The only reason I come here, is so my mother will get off my back. She thinks its helping me, but honestly, it's not helping me at all.
                 Today, the walls seemed even dirtier than ever, and as I walked down the hall towards the group therapy, remembering that I forgot my sweatshirt, I started to shiver. I wasn't really cold, but if I don't pretend to shiver, I'll seem content with my heat meaning I have fat on my bones, and people would know it. So shivering was my solution. 
                 I'm never cold. The only reason I ever wear my sweatshirt is because it makes me look skinny because I have no fat to keep me warm, therefore, causing me to appear cold. Just what I want people to think.
Approaching the open door to group therapy, I heard the therapist Aliza talking to my friend Chloe about what her cat did last night. I walked into the room, still pretending to shiver, and waited to be greeted.
 

                 "Melody, so great to see you. Please, come take a seat." The usual greeting from Aliza, to which I nodded my head at and took a seat. Today, I sat next to Chloe, like usual, and waited for Aliza to close the door. Normally, the door is shut about fifteen minutes after I get there, but today, I sat down and about two minutes later, Aliza shut the door so we could begin.