Tidbit of writing

Just a little something. I've been feeling sick so I'll more content a little later in the week, and hopefully I'll finish this first chapter.

Holland squirmed in his chair trying to sate his intense boredom. He disliked group therapy, he saw it as a waste of his effort, and more importantly his time. Week after week he was forced to show up to listen to people talk about their lives and somehow think that just talking would end up magically fixing themselves. Of course it didn’t work like that, he knew it, they hopefully knew it, but some of them, like him, had been coming here for years without any sign of progress. Though everyone in the group other than him, was there voluntarily. “I watched my two best friend in the world die that day… and it was my fault” a current speaker finished his story of his tour in Korea. Holland couldn’t contain himself any longer and let out a loud sigh. Dr. Feildgrass took notice and chastised him a slight bit saying “You know, if you’d share your story you might understand how rude it is to act that way towards another person's struggles.”

Holland didn’t understand the doctor, or these people, none of them knew why he was here and if he had his say in the matter none of them would ever know his story.Carefully he evaded the question with a half-insult to everyone else “And what miss all of the sob stories for a change, I’ll pass.” This upset the people around him, and the doctor. Luckily he would have another week until he’d have to hear from any of these people again. He stood up only to find himself forced back down suddenly by a newer member to the group. His name was Alan Drake, an ex-marine, hot headed, and messed up after the things he’d been through.