Sugar & Spice

~Le one week later~

Finally! Today was the last day of school! After school me and Lilly came home to see that mom wasn't at home, which means me and Lilly have 45 to ourselves.

Over the past week, things have only gotten worse with Miles. He screams usually before going to bed. Sometimes he screams during the night too. I'm starting to get very, very concerned. Imaginary friends shouldn't make a kid scream, if anything, they should comfort them. Not to mention he walks around the house in the middle of the night. Two days ago, I woke up around 2 a.m for some reason and he was standing at the foot of the bed staring at me. Pretty frigging creepy.

During the 45 minutes we had alone together, we talked about normal things. We talked about how we were getting excited for our soon-to-be first year of highschool and crap like that...

Soon the door opened and mom and Miles entered the house. Miles, as quiet as a mouse, went up to his room while mom gathered me and Lilly in the kitchen.

"Girls, listen. Tonight we have to go into the city with Miles."

"Why?" I asked.

"Dad and I are going to take Miles to a therapist to make sure everything is okay with him; that he's healthy and happy. These little strange things he says and does are concerning us." She explained. We were okay with it; why wouldn't we be? We only want whats best for our little brother.

They made the appointment at 8:00, so we have to leave the house at 7:00. Mainly because it's in a little city north of Trenton. That and because of traffic and crap...

Dad came hom early, we ate, got ready and left. Since I knew it would take a long time to get there, I decide to talk to Bandit. Things have been kinda fragile with Gerard and Lindsay speaking of which. Bandit told me that after two days, he came home completely wasted and that he had another huge argument with not only Lindsay, but Bandit had a fight with him too. She mainly only did it because she thought she could knock some sense into him because she's his daughter. That only resulted with him leaving halfway throught the argument.
Since then, he only comes home when he gets kick out of bars.

I texted her and she replied almost immediately. We were talking just for the fun of it until we reached the therapist's office. It was a huge building that looked half like Hogwarts and half like a normal, modern building. We entered, waited for about 5 minutes and then we were escorted to elevator by a short woman with brown hair who looked like she was in her 50's. We went up to the 3rd floor and entered an office that had many toys, building blocks, and stuffed animals. She introduced herself as Dr. Kessler as we sat down.

"What seems to be the problem with Miles here?" She asked, sitting down.

"He's always quiet and talks only to himself. There are a few cases where he screams at nothing, usually before bed. He also seems to stare into space at lot." My dad answered. She looked over at Miles who was staring into space again.

"When and how did you notices the beginning of these actions?" She asked, taking out a note pad.

"One day, he came to me and told me he had a bad stomach ache so I let him stay home from school. The stomach ache went away, but then soon after, he stopped talking and started staring at nothing." Mom explained. She wrote a few things on her note pad.

"You stated that he talks to himself," she said looking at dad. "What kind of things does he say?"

"I don't really know. It's always just mumbling." He said. Lilly then spoke up.
"Cherry was in his room when he started talking to himself too." she said, looking at me.

"Did you hear what he was saying? Or was it just mumbling?" Dr.Kessler asked, looking at me.

"Well, I went to go check up on him, and he was curled up on the floor and he said, '80 hours, whats wrong? Why are you climbing up the wall?' I looked at the walls and there was nothing there. So I asked him what was wrong and he answered, '80 hours looks sad.' I waned to ask who that was, but before I could, he went to bed." I answered. As I was talking, she was writing things down.

"Did anything else happen afterwards?"

"I don't know. I left so that he could sleep."

She turned to Miles and asked, "Who's 80 hours honey?"

Miles said "She's 11 and quiet but likes to get attention, but cries if she gets too much."

"And why does she like attention?"

He stared at the wall and pointed.
"She's right there." She turned to the wall and saw nothing.

"Miles, would you like to draw her for me?" She asked, holding his hand. He shook his head rather feircely and she handed him a sheet of white paper and a Sharpie. He happily took the paper and started drawing on the table next to him. While he was drawing, we were all looking at him.

"Here's her head....... and her body........ and her arms.......... the hair......and the legs!" He said as he completed the picture.

He had drawn over an oval multiple times along with a circle at the top. Little lines came down from the circle; her hair. Then there were lots of little lines sticking out of the oval which was, what I'm guessing, the arms and legs. And lastly, a little smile in the inside of the circle.

Dr.Kessler looked at the photo and smiled.
"What a wonderful photo!" Miles then smiled and giggled. He handed her the photo and said, "Here! Keep it!" Dr.Kessler smiled and accepted the picture.

She allowed Miles to go to the back of her office to continue drawing while she spoke to us about him.

"I've never seen anything like this." She said. I could literally feel my eyes widen.

"What do you mean you've never seen anything like this?" My dad asked.

"Most of the time when children of his age enter my office, it's usually ADHD. But in Miles' case, it seems to be more than that."

Notes

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