Burning Black

According to pretty much everyone, I am a bit of a trouble maker. Between the drugs and the restraining orders, it's no wonder why I ended up in group therapy, discussing my issues with a bunch of strangers who could care less.

Sure, I expected the unstable therapist, the confused girl staring at my boobs and the pot head who touches himself when he thinks no one's looking. But what I didn't expect was to see my ex-boyfriend, Wesley Black. My mom put me in therapy to solve my problems. How am I supposed to do that when the source of all of them is staring at me from across the room?