Dana Leven glanced up from her notes to the young girl sitting quietly in the waiting room. Her name was Chloe Howard and her file read that she would be fifteen in three weeks. Dana contemplated this, the girl looked little older than ten or eleven. She was small and slight and had long strawberry blonde curls reaching all the way down her back.
Sensing she was being watched, Chloe looked up towards where Dana was standing. Her face was one of the most beautiful yet haunting things Dana had ever seen; her skin was ghostly pale almost translucent, with a light dusting of freckles over her porcelain doll features. But it was her harrowing silvery blue eyes that struck Dana most; seemingly staring right through her, they were over spilling with confusion and unanswered questions.
Realising the girl was waiting for her to say something, Dana shook herself out of her daydream, and gestured to her office,
“Would you like to come this way Chloe?”
The girl opened her mouth to answer but seemed to have trouble forming a reply. Dana smiled sympathetically and gestured again. Slowly, Chloe rose from the leather couch and walked towards the open door. The plaque read “Ms Dana Leven, Psychotherapist” Chloe let the word roll off her tongue like honey, her whole body began shaking uncontrollably, and erupted into huge sobs that made her tiny frame shudder. Screwing her fisted hands into her eyes, she watched the world around her turn slowly to black. Feeling the psychotherapists arms close firmly around her she cried out, hitting and screaming, until her whole body became drained of energy and she stopped fighting, letting herself be held.
“I, I didn’t do what they said I did” she stammered into Dana’s shoulder, “It wasn’t me. I didn’t kill anyone. It, it wasn’t me.”
2007-06-14
02:12:46
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