It was like any other Thursday. I would stand, thank my phycologist and walk out of his office. Every Thursday at exactly 2:03, I saw the same people waiting for their turn. Two twin girls sat facing away from each other, they always argued with one another. And then there was a man that no one talked to because he reeked of tobacco, not sure way he came here other than a place to sleep. But the receptionist looked like she needed therapy herself.
Right before I left, I happened to glance over to see a little boy. This little boy wasn't like the ones you would see crying in the store because their mom wouldn't buy them a toy, no. This little boy was sad, tired. He had shaggy brown hair and bags under his eyes, eyes full of anger yet so lifeless. He must be the son of the new family that moved here recently. We live in a small town so everyone knows everyone. Well except tobacco guy. The family moved in three weeks ago, but not once have I seen the little boy, even though they live right across the street from me. Now that I think about it I haven't really seen any of them. I take one last look at the little boy. His eyebrows were furrowed and his arms were crossed over his chest, slouched and it looked as if he was barely breathing. I wonder what was going through his head. What do you think?
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What Have I Done
Mystery / ThrillerThe main Protagonist has always struggled with his anger, and one day a new family moved in across the street, the rich Corsanol family who keeps to themselves like they were hiding some big secret. The Protagonist learns about the youngest son and...
