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filled up soon enough, and on the hour, the counsellor entered the room and introduced herself. The lack of attention paid to her by most of the group gave Ben the impression that most of them were regulars.
    Maggie was a kind lady, volunteering one evening a week to help those in her local community who were honest enough to admit they had some issues to deal with, not forgetting those who were forced to attend by the local courts following some type of violent or anti-social behaviour. One could tell the difference between those who chose to be there and those who were forced to attend; the contrast between interest and disinterest couldn’t be clearer.
    One by one, the group introduced themselves, gave a brief explanation of why they were there. Some people gave lengthy stories of past events with personal theori es as to what led to their disturbing thoughts or violent outbursts, or both. Others played down their level of aggression and defensively pleaded their normality.
    Ben actually appeared quite shy. Did his history of talking to strangers over the phone not translate to live confessions to complete unknowns in a therapy group? Or was it that he was too scared to let slip a vital piece of incriminating information, the sort of information that could lead to conviction for a double murder?
    There were often snide comments made between and against members of the group. Some of these people just couldn't bite their tongue and had to throw in their two pennies worth. Some were just plain mean. But one person in particular caught Ben's eye.
    Eve, a young lady, maybe early twenties, had the same aggressive streak as the others, but she was more about protecting the victims of the heckling from those who weren't so nice, more about using her aggressiveness to defend those who needed to be defended.
    Ben received a couple of comments from a big guy sat a few seats away from him, nothing too strong, being told to speak up, speak clearly, the ruffian even mimicking Ben's well-spoken dialect. Eve took offence to this and stood up, pointed at the man and gave him a piece of her mind.
    ‘ Why don't you keep your stupidity to yourself for once, Trevor? Give the man a chance,’ she said, before smiling at Ben and sitting back down.
    Ben had actually already finished. He had introduced himself, told them it was his first time here and admitted, rather falsely, he didn't know exactly why he decided to come. Now under the spotlight, people had started to pay him attention after Eve's outburst, he became lost for words.
    ‘ There's nothing more,’ he mumbled, shaking his head, then glancing at Eve and mouthing the word 'sorry’.
    She rolled her eyes and smiled to herself. Ben realised she didn't care whether he continued or not, she just wanted to put Trevor in his place.
    Ben struggled to pay attention to what was going on around him. He'd had one of the worse days of his life, second only to that day he was told of his father's death, although he was aware that an unwanted visit by the police anytime soon would bump the day he lost his dad off the top spot.
    His mind flickered from seeing his girlfriend, his lover, his soul mate thrusting her clitoris into another man’s mouth, to a young lad falling into the canal, blood on his hands and a screaming teenage girl who just wouldn't shut up until her head had caved in on the concrete ground under the bridge.
    And his mother, his dear old mother who was surely losing her mind, yet seemed so convincing when claiming that his father had been a serial killer, an absurd accusation that would bizarrely explain the problems he was having with the voices, the face in the mirror, the rage he felt as he took two lives within the space of seconds.
    Then sometimes he would glance across to Eve, and felt a wave of euphoria rise from the pit of his stomach whenever they caught each other’s eye.
    Finally, Maggie looked at her watch. She was clearly tired, and probably asking herself why she