1 Help is here

Emma's long black hair wrapped around the neck of a man. He struggled by kicking his legs, and frailing his arms around. Her bare feet were planted to the ground like two large stones. The grip of her hair was like steel as she held it on the man's neck with her two hands. The man was like a twig in the hands of a giant.

Around them was a forest that had tall oak trees, lush bushes, and brown Leaves on the forest ground.

"Squirm, cry out and beg. I want to hear you squirm." Her grip loosened, but with two swift kicks, she shattered his knee caps which caused him to scream in pain as he fell down.

"Emma, is torture necessary?" A mist formed beside her and transformed into a tall woman with hair that was like a mist. Her tone was one of annoyance as she listened to the screaming man.

"What has he done to deserve your wrath?" Her voice was tired as she placed her foot on the man. The man screamed and screamed but it I only startled the animals in the forest.

Emma looked away as she crossed her arms." He disturbed me, and my quiet time."

The misty ghost pinched the bridge of her nose as a sigh escaped her lips." You have to stop doing this. What shall we tell him when he says how we have improved. What will you say? Lying to him will only hurt yourself."

Emma stayed silent as she kicked the man multiple times in the middle of his facial region. All of her rage was directed at the man. Teeth were falling out as she her kicks only increased in strength.

The misty haired girl watched as blood splattered on the ground. She placed her hand on her cheek as in more so annoyance. Her eyes scanned the man. She could see through his past like a open window.

"Humans are parasites." She uttered as she turned her back on the man.

"Have your fun Emma, let out your rage." The woman disappered in a mist and like a vapor, she was no more.

After Emma stopped kicking, the man was disfigured, his nose was torn off, and his jaw was hanging from his mouth." Burn in the pit dog." With one hand, a blast of purple energy exited from her hand and caused the man to explode in a bloody mess.

Later in the day, Emma was dressed in a shirt, skirt, long socks, and some converse shoes. Beside her was the misty woman, and the therapist was sitting on the couch. The area was misty with some TV, beds, couches, though the ground was nothing but a mist.

The therapist looked like a blonde Male with casual clothing on. He had a black shirt with jeans on.

There were several empty chairs.

"The others will arrive when they are ready. Tell me on how you all improved today." The therapist clapped his hands together in an excited tone.

Those words were like swords in Emma's ghostly shell.

She looked away while the misty woman gave her a smug expression was raised eyebrows.

A smoke appeared in one of the seats and what formed from it was a child with a severed head.

"Sorry, I am late." He threw the severed head to the wall without hesitation.

The therapist's face dropped as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Tell me what happened. Give me your pain." He said in a serious but compassionate tone.

"I hate humans, but fine I will share you my utter pain." Emma spat out as she jumped on the table.

"Is that necessary?" The misty woman whispered as she decided to listen in.

"Oh my, is it storytime or perhaps a fun game." The boy gave off a twisted smile as he looked at the therapist.

The therapist was unphased as he looked at the hurting ghost.

"Tell me your problems." The therapist looked into the eyes of each spirit. His smile never departed.