Chapter 10: A New Friendship

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"So Lewis, how have you been since our last meeting." Doctor Jenson said. Lewis wasn't sure why, but she wouldn't look up from her clipboard. He hadn't even said anything and she was already writing vigorously.

"Same as last time, this place is pretty dull," Lewis sighed looking out the window. "Or at least it was."

"What do you mean by that," Doctor Jenson finally looked up. Lewis couldn't help but notice the look of fear and concern in her eyes. "Did something new happen?"

"Actually yeah," Lewis leaned forward looking her in the eyes, "you should know, you were there."

"So, I've noticed you made a couple friends," Doctor jenson finally looked back down at her clipboard writing again, "Do they make you happy?"

"Why did you just-"

"Do they make you happy Lewis?" She said again, staring at him. Lewis saw it again, the look in her eyes.

"Yes they do." Lewis decided to submit and answer her questions.

"You didn't have many friends back at school, did you?"

"How do you know," Lewis said as he looked back out the window. "I'm sure someone saw me as a friend."

"I'm sure someone did," she looked up with a faint smile, "But what about those who didn't, Do you feel hatred towards them?"

"What's this got to do with anything?" Lewis shot a glance at her, his heart began to race.

"I mean no harm," she said calmly, "please answer the question."

"Fine, I don't care if they don't think of me as a friend." Lewis looked at the floor trying to keep calm, "It's when they threaten me, is when I have a problem with them."

"Do you care to elaborate on that?"

"I don't take kindly to threats," Lewis said glaring at her. He felt his control over his body slowly slip away.

"My apologies, I didn't mean to upset you."

"Are we done yet?" Lewis snapped at her.

"I just have one more question," Doctor Jenson leaned forward towards Lewis. "What do you remember from that day at school."

Finally, Lewis was pushed off the edge. He couldn't control his body, all he could do was think to himself.

Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it.

But it was too late. He jumped up and punched the table next to him denting the metal, then storming out and going straight to his room.

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