“Darren Peace.”
Darren reluctantly returned the outdated magazine to the rack and walked into Elaine Swift’s office.
Darren saw a counsellor every Sunday. After his last suicide attempt, he’d finally decided that either he dealt with this, or he went under. It was becoming more and more obvious that he couldn’t cope anymore, and he had been willing to try anything to get rid of the bad days.
Anything, unfortunately, included Elaine.
His first doctor in Southampton had pointed him towards a counsellor he would have had to pay for. The second had found an NHS service, and he had been bounced around the psychiatric team at Portsmouth hospital ever since, going to one of their ‘outreach’ counsellors once a week for the past couple of years. He had dumped three already; Elaine had only last
