“Well, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right?”
“But he’s a guy!”
“Didn’t he fight or somethin’?”
“Was he asking for it?”
“Mr. Pierce? Mr. Pierce?”
The brunette hardly moved, staring out the window as people ran to and fro like busy little ants. A perfect baby blue sky cradled the sun, a bright lemon drop with blinding rays. He sighed, making the therapist start in his seat.
With light like that, you could just take a magnifying glass and roast all those ants alive. One, two, three...how long would it take to rid the world of all those ants? How many magnifying glasses would you need?
“Mr. Pierce?”
“I heard you the first time...and it’s Daniel”
Out of the corner of his eye, Daniel watched as the seventy-something-year-old man squirmed in his seat. Everyone did that around him lately.
Dr. Randolf tightened his grip on the clipboard, fiddled with his green pen, and flashed a relaxed smile.
“We only have an …show more content…
Randolf glanced up from his notes, growing genuinely concerned for the young man when he saw the look on his face. It was as if he was trapped somewhere else. The look sent shivers down the therapist’s spine.
“Mr. Pierce? Daniel?”
Smiling a forced smile, the boy laughed.
“You know, I just remembered, I hate her.”
“Pardon?”
“I hate Alyssa.”
If the boy hadn’t been confusing before, he definitely was now. When he came to the first few sessions, Daniel Pierce hadn’t even looked Randolf in the eye. He stared out the window, not making a single peep. But then, today, Daniel showed actual emotion because of the girl. As he talked about her, Daniel’s eyes got a light in them Dr. Randolf hadn’t seen in the past two months. Yet, he hated her? Someone Daniel considered a sister? The therapist scribbled down on his clipboard, making sure to keep an eye on the boy’s expression.
Clearing the sudden lump in his throat, Dr. Randolf tried to capture the boy’s attention once again. “Could you elaborate, Mr.
“But he’s a guy!”
“Didn’t he fight or somethin’?”
“Was he asking for it?”
“Mr. Pierce? Mr. Pierce?”
The brunette hardly moved, staring out the window as people ran to and fro like busy little ants. A perfect baby blue sky cradled the sun, a bright lemon drop with blinding rays. He sighed, making the therapist start in his seat.
With light like that, you could just take a magnifying glass and roast all those ants alive. One, two, three...how long would it take to rid the world of all those ants? How many magnifying glasses would you need?
“Mr. Pierce?”
“I heard you the first time...and it’s Daniel”
Out of the corner of his eye, Daniel watched as the seventy-something-year-old man squirmed in his seat. Everyone did that around him lately.
Dr. Randolf tightened his grip on the clipboard, fiddled with his green pen, and flashed a relaxed smile.
“We only have an …show more content…
Randolf glanced up from his notes, growing genuinely concerned for the young man when he saw the look on his face. It was as if he was trapped somewhere else. The look sent shivers down the therapist’s spine.
“Mr. Pierce? Daniel?”
Smiling a forced smile, the boy laughed.
“You know, I just remembered, I hate her.”
“Pardon?”
“I hate Alyssa.”
If the boy hadn’t been confusing before, he definitely was now. When he came to the first few sessions, Daniel Pierce hadn’t even looked Randolf in the eye. He stared out the window, not making a single peep. But then, today, Daniel showed actual emotion because of the girl. As he talked about her, Daniel’s eyes got a light in them Dr. Randolf hadn’t seen in the past two months. Yet, he hated her? Someone Daniel considered a sister? The therapist scribbled down on his clipboard, making sure to keep an eye on the boy’s expression.
Clearing the sudden lump in his throat, Dr. Randolf tried to capture the boy’s attention once again. “Could you elaborate, Mr.