opposites attract - creative writing

- My sister once told me that after so much bad, there would come something good. Yet as I sit here now, waiting for doctor Cartwirght, I find it hard to believe.
I look over to my right and see my mother staring forward with a gaze so focused on the wall infront it looks almost painful. I decide against making awkward conversation about the weather.
After a shortt while a mother and son walk into the room; the young boy shuffles to a chair while his mother aviods eye contact with everyone (so its not only mine then). I take notice of the boys malnourished appearence and wonder whats wrong with him to be here. I'm quickly interupted as I hear movements from the floor above me. I turn to look at the small square window set in the wall, in time to see a pair of male legs descending down the stairs. I turn away before the doctor walks through the door.
The pit of my stomach involentarily squirms as he walks up to us; "Ah, Frayer, how are you? Would you like to come upstairs with me?"
I try to smile in what I hope is a normal way, although my eyes are firmly set on the toy car that the boy is continuously pushing up and down the table in the middle of the room.