Story ideas that you won't steal

Sliver

It was Marie's first day as a child therapist. She always forgets  the official name of her job which is ironic, cause she's been studying to be one for what seemed like forever.

Marie took a deep breath, steadying her self before opening the door to the waiting room- and her first patient.

Now. She thought and swung open the door, plastering a smile on her face. On the couch was a small girl of-she guessed- 13.

Raven black hair sprouts from her head in long, cresting waves highlighted  by streaks of bright purple. She glared up at Marie, her silver eyes piercing her soft brown ones.

Trying to ignore a growing doubt, she offered her hand to this strange girl. But she only stood up and brushed passed her, leavening with a sense of chilling coldness.

When she turned around, the girl, as she walked, slowly faded into mist and was gone.

Marie blinked several times and rubbed her eyes.

Then, after a minute of calling out hello, she decided that it was just her imagination and pushed it back into the corner of her mind to rot.

And it did, until that silver eyed girl came back a year later...