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Doctor Bernstein of the whole facility stood up in front of his chair, staring at the door, waiting for the group to come in and finally talk about their life's and get to know them better before they leave next week. He spent all his time on knowing these beings stories and it was now time for them to say it in a group. It was another form of communication, without physically touching another. Smoothing out his pure black suit that match with his gray tie that had matching pokey dots that blended in with the gray. Smiling as the first person walked into the empty room now filled with two-including the guards that stood at the outside of the door-. But, other than that, there were only two of them. The first person that walked in was Masa-Chei, his life as pretty rough as a child, and doesn't believe in anything like he used to, but he made it through rehab, he can make it through without it.

Masa woke up and got out of bed, getting ready for his last day of sharing in a group, and to tell you the truth, he was actually excited. He couldn't wait to finally get out of there, and never come back. To tell you another truth, he was tired of getting up and coming down to the rehab to talk about his problems. He didn't like talking about his problems at all and he wasn't going to. It was his business and he has the right to share it or not to share it. If he did they wouldn't care anyway, all they would do is clap and probably clapping so the doctor wouldn't notice they didn't listen. He scoffed as he walked down the hallway, guitar behind his back.

Bernstein smiled as Masa-Chei walked towards the group of chairs, that was made out of a circle. "Good morning Masa-Chei, I am glad that you have came, please choose a seat and sit down." Masa looked at the doctor for a little while, and sat down at a chair away from him and the windows that brightened up the room. Bernstein nodded still standing up awaiting for the other to arrive and join the two men. The doctor was trying to help the group of people by teaching them how to communicate and control their emotions by telling everyone to voice their opinions on their story of life. He went through speaking with yourself, to talking with a person, to talking in a group, and now it was time for public speaking.

The doctor wonder how they would do, if people voice their opinions on how they deal with life. The doctor walked towards the glass podium and put his clip board on it, checking off Masa's name to state that he was present today. Watching the door where the two guards were standing, still waiting for the others to arrive.