The room was small, and white. A white exam table laid against the left wall, and there was a counter top with a sink opposite from it. The walls were plastered with pictures of organs and kids with fake smiles. The room reeked of antibiotic soap and bleach. Katherine wrinkled her nose. She did not like any of it.
“Come on,” said her mother, as she pulled her by the hand. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s only a check-up.”
“No shots?” Katherine asked skeptically. The last time they had visited the Doctor Andrew’s office, there was shots. And they hurt a lot. She did not want to experience that ever again.
“No shots.” Her mother led her to the exam table and helped her hop onto it. She then found a rolling chair in the corner and slide to next to Katherine. They sat in silence for a few moments before her mother spoke again. “Now if you’re a good girl, I might even decide to get you some ice cream on the way back.”
Katherine’s ears perked at this idea. “The ones with bubblegum in them?”
“Whatever you want,” the woman smiled. Katherine beamed in response.
There a knock at the door, and Katherine’s smile faltered. Doctor Andrew came in, a smile on his face. It was fake, she thought. Just like the children’s on the posters. He was only doing it to make her like him. She did not. He was the one who hurt her with shots.
“Look at you,” he exclaimed at Katherine. She pressed her back to the wall. “You just won’t stop growing, will you? The next time I’ll see you, you’ll be as big as a giant!” Katherine frowned. She did not want to be as tall as a giant. How would she fit into her house?
“How old is she now?” Andrew asked her mother.
“Katherine,” she said, looking to her daughter. “How old are you? Show us your fingers.”
Katherine held up her left hand, and then three fingers from her right. “Eight,” she told him.
He grinned at her. “Almost an adult.” He went flipping through the papers he had on his clipboard, then turning his attention back to her mother. “So. How can I help you, Laura? Katherine?”
“Katherine has a…” Her mother swallowed. “Well, she’s made something of a new ‘friend’.” The doctor gave her an odd look, and she glanced at Katherine. “Sweetie, why don’t you tell him about your friend.”
“His name is Ben, Mom,” Katherine corrected.
“Alright, tell us about Ben.” Her mother sighed. She suddenly looked very tired. Katherine thought she should get an ice cream later, too. To make her feel better.
“Well, he’s super nice!” Katherine exclaimed after a moment’s pause. “We always play together. He likes to go on our swing, and I push him. It’s lots of fun.” A smile spread across her face. “Ben’s my best friend.”
The doctor scribbled on his clipboard. He then looked up at Katherine, his eyes shadowed from his spectacles. He gave her another smile, but it was forced. “What does Ben look like, Katherine?”
“He’s really big,” she answered thoughtfully. “And black. And he has a huge smile, with big white teeth.”
“Can you draw him for me?”
She nodded. Katherine loved drawing! Doctor Andrew pulled out a white piece of paper and handed it to her, along with a ballpoint pen.
She started to sketch out Ben. She could feel the doctor’s gaze studying her, and her mother’s worried expression. She pressed hard on the pen to make thick black lines outline his body, and then she went to draw his face…
Katherine finished with a giggle. “I made his face funny,” she handed Doctor Andrew the paper. “But that’s what he looks like, mostly.”
She waited for the doctor’s proud face, but it did not come like it did when she should her parents the drawings she made. He looked almost…serious.
A smile pulled at his face as he looked up at Katherine. “It’s very good,” he told her. He was lying. He motioned to her mother. “Laura, can I talk to you for a moment. Outside.”
“Sure.” She said. She looked back at Katherine. “Be a good girl. Doctor Andrew and I will be right back.”
Katherine nodded.
The two adults left the room, the door closing gently behind them. Katherine folded her hands on her lap and waited.
“Ben?” She whispered.
…
“I’m not a psychiatrist, Laura,” said Doctor Andrew coldly. They were standing outside the door; him with his hands shoved into his white coat, and hers fiddling with the bracelet clasped around her right wrist. “I’m a pediatrician. I studied to treat colds, not imaginary friends.”
“I know.” Laura shook her head. “But I have no one else to ask. I thought you could at least give me an input, Andrew. I don’t want to send her to a psychiatrist if I don’t need to, this hospital scares her bad enough already. Just think what a psychiatric hospital would do to her.”
He frowned at her. “It’s only an imaginary friend. What’s the problem? All kids have one — hell, even I had one named Dusty when I was younger.”
“She’s eight,” argued Laura. “That’s far too old to have an imaginary friend, more or less, invent one at this age. She should be out playing with children her age, not with an imaginary friend that looks like” —she tore the paper out of Doctor Andrew’s hand and held it up— “This! Whatever this terrifying creature is. No normal kid draws things like this.”
He stared at the picture. It was a black blob with long legs and arms. Two wide eyes were in the middle, with a gigantic mouth smiling under them, revealing a set of sharp teeth. It looked like something he would see in a godforsaken horror film.
“So she’s a creative kid,” he said slowly. The doctor leaned his back against the door. “Laura, I’ve seen plenty of children drawings in the past. Trust me when I say they’re all ‘horrifying’. That’s how they express themselves at this age — by using their imagination.”
Laura sighed loudly.
“Listen.” He continued on, ignoring her flustered expression. He put a hand on her shoulder. He had not realize how thin the woman was until that moment. Her bones felt like they could snap under his grasp. He regretfully removed his hand.
“Katherine’s a bright kid. It’s only natural she’s got an imaginary friend. Give it a few months, maybe a year, and then this — Ben, was it? — this Ben will be gone. Alright?” Laura did not answer. “Like I said, I’m no psychiatrist, so I can only go off from my experiences. But, Katherine? She’s fine. She’s just being a kid. Let her.”
“I’m just worried,” Laura said in a quiet voice. Her eyes were glossy. “This all started after Michael’s death. What if she made this imaginary friend to replace him?”
Doctor Andrew just wanted the conversation to end. “Well, if that’s the case, what’s the problem? We all grieve differently. It’s perfectly healthy.” Laura bit down on her lower lip. The doctor placed a hand on the mid of her back. She tensed. “Come on,” he said. “We’ve kept Katherine waiting.”
She said nothing in response and followed him back into the room.
They found Katherine in the same spot, swinging her legs back-and-forth on the exam table, humming a tuneless song. She looked oddly content for being alone as long a she was. Doctor Andrew found this strange, but said nothing of this to Laura. There was no use in worrying the mother anymore than she already was.
“Katherine,” said Laura as followed him into the room. “Were you a good girl for me?”
“The bestest!” She answered proudly. Her grin was spread from ear-to-ear. “Me and Ben decided to play a game while we waited. It was lots of fun.”
“Ben’s here?” Laura pressed her lips together. Doctor Andrew’s eyes flickered around the room automatically. Of course, he was to see nothing — but something about that question made him uneasy.
Katherine nodded enthusiastically. “Can’t you see him, Mom? He’s right next to you.”
Author note: I just realized it’s been an year since I’ve started this blog. Wow.
This blog was originally created as a senior school project, and continued to use it — now even as a freshmen in college. Amazing how times flies.