AN/ Going to go back to the girl now, and see some more side of her and get some more questions about her (no answers yet).
So I hope you enjoy.
Chapter Three: Scared
"That man, is he a character from the books? Which one?" She shook her head him.
"He's not," the little girl smiled. "He's my friend. My own personal friend."
He leaned back in his chair and drummed his fingers on the clipboard, studying her face. "What's his name?"
"The Doctor. Just the Doctor."
He took his pen and began to write down what she was saying then. The Doctor. Interesting person she has created. "And what kind of Doctor is he?"
The little girl remembered when she asked him that, and his response.
"What are you a Doctor of, sir?" She asked him.
"Of everything. Absolutely everything," then he walked passed her.
She repeated the response to the man, and he seemed a bit confused.
"Tell me what happened next, after you ran from the Doctor," he said.
"I just… ran."
"Ran where?"
"Knockturn Alley," the little girl wasn't smiling anymore, instead she was frowning and looking very upset. "It was a scary place."
"How so?"
Her legs stopped kicking and she sat more still than she had since the session started.
And they sat there for a few minutes with the only sound being the clock on the wall ticking away every second.
"Dead bodies were everywhere, piled up on each other, and people passed by them. No one cared that all of them were dead, and many of them looked at me like they wanted me to be so, too."
The little girl started to cry, and she brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them as she cried heavier and heavier.
The man went over and sat beside her, putting a hand on her shoulder and the crying lessened slightly.
"That place wasn't real. It was all in that book and in those words."
She shook her head, "No it was real. It was real. I was in Knockturn Alley and I saw the bodies and I saw werewolves eating those bodies, too. They chased me. Chased me down the Alley until I was up against a wall."
"What happened next?" The man said hesitantly. Her reactions were very real, and she believed every single word she was saying.
Now, he was one for books. Books were an amazing and powerful thing that have helped so many people, but to this girl they were something terrible and harmful.
She stopped crying, but kept in the same position. "The Doctor saved me. He saved me."
AN/ Nice and short, lots of talking. Lots and lots of talking, but that's what I picture in this scenario. So, please let me know what you think :)
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