The man sighed as he read the previous 15 doctor notes, each one hinting at the creepy child, who preferred silence and his small blank diary. Which according to doctor number 7 he was very protective of his small diary.
"Amanda please send in Mr Potter." He called from his small office.
A small messy haired boy entered the room observing it with cold detached green eyes. A shiver of apprehension travelled up the doctors spine he subconsciously glanced towards the picture of his family.
"Hello Harry, I'm Doctor Phillips" The peppered haired man tried for a kind smile before giving up as he studied the emotionless child.
The child merely nodded before sitting down uninvited causing the doctor to scribble down a note,
Impolite- evidence of the abuse?The child watched him expectantly while fingering his diary. THE diary.
"Well Harry I want you to tell me about some of your interests and hobbies if you will." The blue eyed doctor explained patiently, pen at the ready.
The child nodded softly as he considered the request. Silence rang through the room as the doctor waited patiently.
"I like thinking, imagining." The boys soft voice filled the room pleasantly, causing the doctor to startle before smiling encouragingly.
Has a pretend world, anger at what he's been given? Or crying for a loving environment? INVESTIGATE FURTHER..The doctors thoughts went down a sad route as he realised how many abuse victims preferred the world in their heads to the one right in front of them. He wondered what paradise the child had come up with.
But the child didn't have a paradise, he had a hell. Where he kept his victims locked up for years on end, tortured until they weren't human anymore.
"Well Harry, what do you see when you thing?" The doctor questioned softly.
"My family we... play together." The small child giggled gleefully.
The doctor smiled sadly at what he believed was a mental defines against the boys dead family.
"Now Harry I want you to tell me about any friends you have."
The child clutched the diary to him and smiled a cold smile, which chilled the man to the bone.
"Tom is my friend, he will always be there for me." The doctor stirred uneasily, his eyes flicking to the other doctors notes.
He mentioned the name of a boy. Tom a boy called Tom A friend called Tom Acts strangely when I mention his friend Tom I'm worried about his friend Tom.Each doctor who had mentioned Tom gave up on the child then had a mental break down.
"Good. It's always good to have someone."
"Sir do you want to meet Tom he wants to meet you?" The child asked innocently before the doctor noticed the open diary.
A dark chuckled filled the room.
From the street a small child with green eyes watched as Amanda screamed as she discovered the body.
Holding hands with a tall teen with blood red eyes the child disappeared down the street.