The doctor smiled with an easy expression upon his face.
“So, Nathaniel.”
Nathaniel gave the doctor a demonic look, but he seemed unphased.
“Can you tell me… why you are here?”
The boy huffed.
“Because my parents made me.”
The doctor nodded.
“I see.. and why did they make you?”
“They saw…”
“They saw what, Nathaniel?”
His dark stare intensified.
“You know what I mean…” he replied in a malevolent tone.
“Mmm, your scars, correct?”
Nathaniel nodded slowly. The doctor leaned forward and took off his glasses.
“You know, from what I’ve heard…” he trailed off, gazing into the blue shade covering the walls, then continued.
“From what I’ve heard, self-injurers go to great lengths to conceal their wounds.”
“I know…”
The doctor nodded.
“Hmm, might I ask how your parents saw then?”
“I just wasn’t careful enough, I guess…”
“You guess? Hmm, those scars don’t seem too hard to conceal. It’s not too hot to wear a long sleeved shirt.”
Nathaniel’s eyes narrowed.
“What are you getting at?”