Six

Chapter 4

All human wisdom is contained in these two words, "Wait and hope."
Your friend
Edmond Dantes,
Count of Monte Cristo.

I put the book down and sigh. Nothing can beat Meemaw's potatoes followed by an hour of reading a classic. I yawned flipping the living room lights off and headed to my temporary living space.

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I bang the door for the billionth time.

"Tracy!" I yell. "Open up! I have school tomorrow! I need to get some sleep!"

"Sorry! You're late and I'm already asleep." She replies.

Great. Now I don't have any regrets about my earlier outburst! I've been standing out here beside the creepy basement door for almost 20 fucking minutes!

I'm about to yell some snarky response at her when I hear some sound coming from the basement and I still. Come on Sam....there's nobody in the basement. I let out nervous laugh...probably a hallucination...I mutter.

I realise that in my fit of rage at being locked out I haven't noticed I'm standing in the dark. Slowly the anger subsides and fear takes it's place. I can feel my mouth go dry.

I feel something on my neck and I whip around. Wind. It's just the cold wind.

"Tr-Tracy! Please..." I try again. But nobody answers. She's probably fallen asleep.

Dark...everywhere. I shudder. I need the lights on. But I can't get my legs to move. I can feel the panic set in.

Breathe Sam. There's nothing to be afraid about. It's just an absence of light. And you're in your own house. How many times have I tried to convince my fear is irrational. But I just can't get over it.

"Tracy!" I try to push the door open again. "Please Tracy...it's d-dark" But I know she's asleep and my voice won't rise above a whisper.

I sink down to the ground and draw my knees close, my back against the wall. I wedge my head between my knees and scrunch my eyes close trying to clear my head and get my heart beat back to normal.

My paranoia begins to subside and exhaustion washes over me as my eyelids droop and I fall asleep on the carpet that covers all the floors in my house.

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"So Samuel...do you want to run me by what happened yesterday...?" Dr.Singh prompts.

I am curled up with my arms around my knees on the couch in my therapist's clinic.

"I had a panic attack." I reply flatly. I hate having these stupid attacks! And what is worse is that after the attack I end up running a fever and it takes me time to go back to normal. So I can't even lie about it and then I have to visit my stupid therapist.

"And how did you handle it?" asks Dr. Singh.

"I stuck my head between my knees and tried to control my breathing." I replied. "I fell asleep on the carpet and I was running a fever when I woke up."

"Why didn't you call out to your parents?"

Seriously? This woman is a therapist? I had a fucking panic attack! If I could call out for help during a panic attack I wouldn't be in her damned cabin at this point of time!

"We've been over this Samuel." She continues. "It's all in your head. The dark is not something that can harm you. It is just an absence of light....it can b overcome by something as simple as a light switch."

"Yeah....I know. 'There's nothing to be afraid about. It's just an absence of light'. I remember." I say.

A bell clings signalling that the hour is up and I get up to leave. "Good bye Dr. Singh." I mutter before exiting the room.

I head towards a Starbucks that is bang opposite Dr. Singh's clinic. No therapist can comfort better than Starbucks.

"Yes sir?" the girl behind the counter chirps.

"A Caramel Macchiato." I say pulling out my cash. I pay the girl.

"Does your order have a name Sir?"

No. I get a dream premonition every time my Starbucks order is ready. I stare at her impassively before sighing and giving her my name.

As I'm turning to find myself a table, I spot a familiar someone getting out Dr . Singh's office....Mystery Bus Girl! My spirits lift... What was her name again? Some number...?

"Caramel Macchiato for Samuel!" I hear. I grab my order and rush out towards Ms. Mystery. Damn she walks fast. I have to practically sprint to catch up to her.

"Hey!" I call out. She stops and turns for a fleeting moment before shrugging and fluttering away again.

"Hey!" I say finally catching up to her. She stops abruptly and looks at me. "Hi...umm...remember we met? I'm Sam...?" I prompt.

She stares at me for a moment and I wait for her to recollect. "We met on the bus remember?" I try again.

"Nope!" She says before starting to walk away again. I'm befuddled but I follow her.

"But we met!" I say. Okay this is getting awkward. I try to keep pace with her. She just walks so fast and eyes never stay on one thing for more than a second. Many times her gaze flutters to me but she looks away just as quick. I keep walking with her but she doesn't try to shoo me away and that surprises me.

"Okay you probably think I'm a psycho stalker or something..." I say and she giggles. It is the most fucking amazing sound I have ever heard.

"..but we have met before." I say. "You're Six right?" I ask suddenly remembering.

That seems to get her attention. " You know my name." She says surprised. She's staring at me intensely and I'm starting to get a little bit queasy. Just a little.

"Purple shirt. Black pants." She nods. "Sam. You refused my sandwich"

"Yes! Glad you remember me." Wow she even remembers what I was wearing that day? Wow...

"I don't forget." She states.

"Okay...good...so...Six...that's your name..." I say. " Nice name." I add seeing her expression start to alter.

She chuckles again and looks down at her fingers. She's twiddling her thumbs and tapping her feet and she just can not stay still, can she?

"It's ok. A lot of people find my name strange." Her eyes move from me to the blue building we've stopped by to the clock inside and she makes a cute surprised kind of sound.

" I have to go" she says and starts to walk away.

"Wait..." I call and she pauses to look back. "I-I'd like to meet you again...if you don't mind. So umm...could like give me your number...or.."

" We will meet again if we are supposed to..." she whispers

And then just like that she scuttles along her way leaving me standing there mindlessly gawking after her with a million questions running through my mind.

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