That's just the beginning
Mysterious 3rd person POV
Shadows circle around the girl,she has no idea what to do so she does the only thing possible. Run, she runs home to her loving parents. She explains the encounter with the shadow she is obviously spooked. Her parents think she is delusional but everyday after school she runs home to tell the story. She is indeed spooked so she seeks advise from her school therapist to talk about the shadows that haunt the girl everyday. " So, how long have you been seeing these shadows?" the therapist asked "For about a month but its mostly on my way home from school and whenever I walk around the neighbourhood" the girl replied. "Well, the only explanation I can think of is if you had a troubled past. Tell me Miss Crimson has there been a catastrophic event in your life?" " Well, my grandmother died on my birthday last month." "I am so sorry Miss Crimson. Were you very close to your grandmother?" " No ma'am. I never liked my grandmother she was a cruel old lady." " Okay for my final question. Did you have someone close to you pass on?" "Again, no I am sorry but everybody that I care about is still alive." " Miss Crimson, stop apologising there is no need. I just want to know why you are seeing the shadows if you have never had a single problem in life except for probably a failed math test." " Ms. Matthews I just wanted to talk but correct me if I'm wrong but this is going nowhere at all." " Miss Crimson I will show you some images and you will tell me what you see." The therapist set down the paint images for the girl to see. " That one right there looks like a knife" The girl said pointing to the one on the right " Okay Miss Crimson will you please show me how that looks like a knife?"" Well at the far corner it looks like the handle but if you go diagonally from the handle it looks like the blade." " Miss Crimson have you had a frightening encounter with a knife?" The therapist said while pulling her wrist forward to examine it. " Ms.Matthews are you assuming I slit my wrists!?" The girl said while pulling her wrist away from the therapist's grasp and immediately heading for the door. " Miss Crimson where are you going? We're not done here." The girl looked down at the floor trying to think of a snappy comeback to tell. She finally mustered up the courage to say "This is rubbish you're making me sound like I have some mental problem. Which I can assure you I don't !" "Whatever you say, Sweetheart. I am going to call your parents so they can pick you up but meanwhile I am going to send an email to someone special." "Ma'am please just don't call my parents they will send me to a mental home if they found out what we talked about." "Sugarplum,I am so sorry but I suspect I nor your parents can fix your problem but I think I know someone who can or somewhere that can." The therapist picked up a manilla folder to copy a phone number the girl suspected. The girl was right the therapist decided to dial the number then held the phone to her ear she waited till she heard a feminine voice say. "Hello, this is Mrs.Crimson. How may I help you?" "Yes, this is Ms.Matthews I am calling in regard of your daughter. Can you please pick her up?" "Ms.Matthews, may I ask what is wrong with my daughter first?" "Ma'am, I will explain it to you when you get here." "Okay, I will be there in five minutes." The therapist hung up and waited five minutes till they heard the office call for the girl. "Mrs.Crimson, your daughter is mentally unstable The only thing you can do for her is send her to a mental home." "Ms.Matthews, why do you think my daughter is mentally disturbed ?" "Well, she has looked at the paint photos and she said one looked like a knife and she has a very big temper." "I have noticed the big temper too." The therapist reached in her pocket and handed the girl's mother a card. "Ma'am, are you sure this is right for my daughter?" " Oh, Ms.Crimson I think it's perfect for her." The girl's mother looked at the ground then her daughter then finally the card which states:
Williams house for mentally unstable teenagers
(555)-6489
Mrs.Grey: (555)-7589
Ms.Dean: (555)-9865
The girl's mother thought to herself then thought it would be the best thing to do so she simply shook hands with the therapist and said a quick thank you then left with her child.
Authors note: it may seem stupid, I know. I intend to expand the plot, for the readers sake.
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