Only for Witches

 

That night, as the moon was rising, and everyone was tucked up in bed, a strange noise could be heard from outside.
For some apparent reason, Frankie was sitting all alone, on a large limestone rock. In her hand, she held a plastic
wand, shouting the words:
"No one will ever become as powerful as me, for I--"
Her mother immediately picked her up and carried her back into the house, worried sick, she asked her daughter:
"Frankie, what on earth darling where you doing out there?"
A chilling atmosphere entered the room, and still, Mrs Edwards was petrified of what had happened.
Frankie had not said a single word afterwards, she made it seem to Mrs Edwards as if she had no idea what consequences
she could have gotten herself in, even though she actually did, this child had somehow been given the power to fool
people into believing false information, and felt prepared to take advantage of the power.

After days and nights of odd behaviour coming from Frankie, Mrs Edwards finally caved in and called a doctor.
She told the doctor exactly how Frankie was acting, claiming that it was beginning to worry and frigten her.
The doctor understood her concern, although he suggested to Mrs Edwards that she and her daughter would be better
seeing a psychiatrist instead of himself, much to a psychiatrists special qualifactions and expertism.
So that was made final, and Mrs Edwards finally took Frankie to a psychiatrist, in order to discuss and solve
her strange attitude and behaviour.
Whilst there, the psychiatrist asked for Mrs Edward's permission to see Frankie by herself, to ask some personal
and important questions. Off Frankie went, gripping the psychiatrists hand firm and tight, as though she was trying
to squeeze the life out of it.
The psychiatrist looked down at Frankie, and smiled with complete joy. As Frankie was being escorted to the doctor's
room, the psychiatrist looked down at her small round chubby face and complimented about her fingers, saying:
"Hmm, I wish I had nails like yours Frankie, nice and long and so finely trimmed."
This meant nothing at all to Frankie, who barged right into the doctor's room without any manners nor patience.
At last the two of them were alone together, free to discuss any problems or difficulties that Frankie might be
having, but also free to talk as friends, after all, it was the psychiatrists job to help people and to get along
well as friends.
Inside the room, there were plant pots containing various artifical flowers that were scented. In the very right-
hand corner was a violet-purple like sofa, and some photographs of the psychiatrists family were placed in a neat
row on top of the window sill and the entire floor was covered with a red-rose carpet, designed with a zig-zag
pattern.
Frankie and the doctor both sat down next to one another, making themselves comfortable and cozy.
Before the doctor proceeded to ask any questions to Frankie, she stated clearly that each session would only
take about half an hour, and that the sessions would run once per week, but the doctor wanted to wait
a while before deciding when to discharge Frankie, it all depended on what sort of situation she was in.
The very first session had begun, the doctor calmly and softly said to Frankie:
"My name is Dr.Ross, for the next few weeks you'll be seeing me on a regular basis, and please bare in mind why you are
here--"
Frankie had interrupted the doctor before she could even finish her sentence. With a rather bold, and rough tone of
voice, Frankie shouted out:
"I know EXACTLY why I am here! My mother has been worried about me 24/7, but I'm absolutely fine, honest I am."
The look on Dr.Ross's face had changed from a sweet blissful smile to a sincere and thoughtful stare, and within
that minute the doctor had continued what she was trying to say earlier:
"Yes, Frankie your mother, and your father are concerned about you, but they are your parents and they love you
no matter what, however your mother has asked for seperate sessions for her to go to, and anyway, I can understand
how you must feel, it's my job to understand, but the other part of my job is to make sure you are alright."
Some twisted words were about to escape from Frankie's mouth, but luckily, she was able to hold them in.
However, in that moment as Frankie gazed apon the doctor's face with vacant expression, she slowly began
to realize that spending time here could be used in advance towards her hidden powers, and unknown to anyone
except herself. She would have to be cautious however, she had no intentions of anyone finding out about
the things she was capable of doing. With a big cheesy grin, Frankie said to the doctor:
I see what you are saying and I absolutely agree, I'm sure you are the best doctor in the whole world."
Although things had progressed and got off to a good start, there were doubts in Frankie's mind that she
would be able to prove anything to herself so soon. No one knew this, but Frankie was a rather strange
child, but not in bad terms,

Author's Note

This is meant to be chapter 2

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I thought the story was for witches...ah well...beneficium accipere libertatem est vendere...still, I was hoping to be favored with a story that might enslave my attention for a span. Is our little witch to be going to turn the doctor into a toad? I would. And I'd give him chubby little webbed feet to boot! (laughing)