A Ticking Clock:
Chapter 9:
Felicity's POV:
"You OK?" Theodore asked me as he drove me to the Clinic. "Yeah." I said softly, looking out the window. The sky was clear and sunny with white puffy clouds in it. I had on a black sweatshirt, blue jean skinny jeans, and black combat boots. I started to sketch in my sketchbook, something I did when I was nervous. I know I shouldn't have been nervous because I've been to a couple of psychologists but never a psychiatrist. Theo parked at the office and I shakily took off my seatbelt. I got out of the car holding my black bag with my teddy bear, sketchbook, and several pencils. Theo held my hand as we walked inside.
"You alright?" Theo asked me for the sixth time as I kicked my feet back and forth, sitting in the dark blue chair. I nodded and continued to draw. I heard the sliding front door open and I looked up. A boy that looked around my age walked in with someone who looked like his older sister. The boy had short blond-brown hair and gray eyes. He looked at me and we met eyes. His gray eyes had a very intense gaze at my blue ones. He put a small smile on his face and I blushed, looking down at my drawing. "Felicity Wilson." The receptionist said. I put my sketchbook and pencils in my bag and got down from my chair. Theo grabbed my hand and walked to the back door with me. I looked at the mystery boy one more time to see him drawing on a drawing pad. I focused on his drawing more to see him drew a dark monster standing over him, just like I do.
A/N: Sorry it's so short!
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A Ticking Clock
Teen FictionFelicity Wilson is 7 years old. She lives with her college going older brother, Theodore, and his foreign roommates, Rory and Charlie. Felicity is very unique, she has schizophrenia, panic disorder, bipolar disorder and PTSD from her father abusing...
