Infection of Darkness

Chapter 4

Infection of Darkness chpt.4

I rock up early to my therapist and take a seat in the waiting room. Seconds feel like ours, and minutes feel like days. I feel like I been waiting forever. I pull Sam out of my pocket, just something to take my mind off of the wait. I stare down at him and he stares up at me, we don't talk. Just stare in boredom. After a few minutes of staring pointlessly at each other I hear my doc's voice calling my name from behind me.
"Hello Jack," he says as he walks towards me, he is wearing the same black suit he wore yesterday and the same brown leather shoes, he has his clipboard underneath his left arm and a pen in his hand.
"O-oh! Uh-" I quickly put Sam back into my pocket and turn my body towards my therapist. "Hello sir! "
"Please Jack ... It's been months ... Call me Andrew" the doc says with a slight smile.
I nod and say "Hello Andrew"
My therapist walks towards the door just beside me, he grabs the handle and looks up at me before opening. "Are you ready, Jack?"
"Yes Andrew" I say, rubbing my arm a little. I'm not sure why, but the idea of meeting complete strangers and talking about my Darkness makes me feel uneasy.
"There's no need to worry Jack, this will help you I promise." He opens the door and walks in and I follow him.
The room that we walk into is different from my doc's usual office. This room was larger and a lot more spaced out, the carpet was a dark grey with a weird pattern through it. There's two ceiling fans above me and a large window on the other side of the room. As I walk in I see five other men sitting on wooden chairs sitting in kind of a circle, I see two empty seats, for me and the doc. I swallow hard ... it's been a while since I've been in a group of people. I walk towards my seat and sit, my knees rest together as I slouch forward, I look up at everyone and scan my eyes over the people in front of me. All five of these people are here because of the same reason as me ... apparently. The doc takes his seat and crosses one leg over the other and places his clipboard onto his lap and looks up at everyone.
"You're all probably wondering why I've asked you to come in for a group session today especially considering that none of you have met before. But Ive had several appointments with you all individually over the last couple of months and from going over all of my notes it seems you are all experiencing a similar problem".
I look around the room, I see that everyone here is as curious as I am. I look back at Andrew as he continues.
"It seems to me that you are all experiencing strange phenoma that seem to be very similar. From what I have gathered from all of your previous visits, you all have said that there was some sort of 'Darkness' following or talking to you, and that you see this 'Darkness' in your dreams and some of you have physically seen it. So I have decided to put all of you into a group discussion, as even a sceptic like me can see this is more than just coincidence."
I look back at the five guys sitting near me, I see some nod, and I see some of them tap their knees, as if they were nervous and reluctant about sharing.
"Ok, is there's anyone that wants to go first and discuss what they are going through." The therapist leans back in his chair and looks up at us, his eyes scan over us. He grabs his pen and gets ready to write down what we say. At first, no one talks, we seem anxious and somewhat embarrassed. I look around once more at the people before me. There's something about these people that's giving me a weird vibe, I'm not too sure what it is, but there's something not right.
"Well," someone says, I look towards the person as do the others, and listen to him speak. "I might as well tell you all what I've been seeing lately.." He pauses a little, as if he was thinking of how to explain it. The man that is speaking wears a red leather jacket, with white stripes on each arm that accentuates his large biceps. He's  wearing black track suit pants and red Converse shoes. He has short jet black hair and chocolate brown eyes and olive skin. He has that type of face that girls would go for and find attractive. If I saw him on the street I'd think this guy Is pretty normal and cool ... I am surprised someone like him is here.
"My names Vanoss, Evan Vanoss. And I'm, like Mr Andrew has said, Ive been seeing this, thing. This Darkness, that has been following me around, been whispering things into my ear.. Telling me things... Horrible things.." He shakes his head as he continues,  "he whispers my name constantly. He tells me to follow him and he keeps asking me bizarre questions that I have no clue what they mean.."
I stare at Vanoss as I listen, this guy is explaining exactly what I see and hear!
"I also have these twisted dreams.. Of me dying constantly or just slowly killing myself... I.. I've had so much trouble sleeping ever since this has started..." He rubs his left eye tiredly, he does seem exhausted like me. But I'm far to energetic to show off my tiredness.
The therapist writes down what Vanoss has just said, he nods to himself as he listens.
I see another guy next to Vanoss, he lifts his head and faces everyone as if he was about to start speaking. This man wore a large black t-shirt with a pixilated 'M' with a pink moustache underneath printed onto his shirt. His shirt also accentuates that he has large biceps and a very broad chest with thick shoulders. This man wears what seems to be boxer shorts, they have pink moustaches patterned all over them in all  different shapes and sizes. This guy seems to be very comfortable walking out of his house without any pants on, which to me seems genius but can be a little embarrassing to look at. He has short black hair with the top part longish, the front of his hair has been dyed like to my hair but neon pink. He wears trendy black glasses, has lightish brown eyes and has a chiseled jaw.  He looks like the kind of guy that people would have fun hanging out with. This guy looks too much like a goof ball to be in a serious situation like this..
"Hello everybody, my name is Mark, and just like what Vanoss was saying, I've been seeing the same things, you know the Dark vision of myself, nightmares and delusions and weird whispers in my ears telling me some really creepy shit. I have even been seeing my 'reflections' in the mirror but it's all messed up and freaky as all hell-"

"No way man!! Same here!!" I jump as this loud and psycho sounding voice booms out of no where, I look at the guy who just yelled. He's wearing a baggy blue hoodie and dark grey track pants, black doc Martin shoes. For some reason he has a cracked hockey mask that just rests on the side of his head, you know the mask I mean ... The one Jason from Friday the 13th wears. His hair looks like a complete rats nest, it's all over the place like he has the worst bed hair. He has ocean blue eyes and the pupils are so tiny as if he just got a massive adrenaline rush. This guy looks fucking insane, it kinda makes sense why he's here. 
"I've been seeing that shit too!!! Like uh- that fucking ghost thing and hearing people talking to me saying freaky fucking shit- oh and those fucking nightmares!  Them fucking dreams I can't sleep!!! I'm too scared! I'm scared man. It's fucking freaking me out! And teddy won't even help me .... no teddy won't help!! Nah uhhh!!! I lock myself in my own fucking house!!! I- I'm fucking scared!!! AAAHHH!!" He hugs himself and hoist his knees up to his chest and begins to rock back and forth in his seat. "That's some freaky shit man! hehehehahhaha!!" He laughs a nervous manic laugh. Ahhh yep this dudes bat shit crazy. He has no volume switch, one minute he's quite, the next he's screaming in excitement, and his laugh is just absolutely insane, he sounds like an axe murderer but there's something about this guy ... he's almost adorably crazy. I like him already!
As I turn my head I see a younger looking guy beside the crazy dude, I don't think he even got to say his name, or he was just taking too fast and I missed it. He wears a dark grey business suit, with a small yellow tie and yellow thongs on his feet. He has light brown hair, a moustache and a small tidy goatee. He has large eyes and seems to be very frightened. Not that I blame him, if I was sitting next to that fucking nut case id be scared too. He lifts his head, trying too build up the confidence to speak, he looks extremely shy.
"I... M-my names Mini... And.. I s-see those things too.. The Darkness.. And I have those bad dreams and voices in m-my head.... And it's really freaking me out... I'm having as much trouble sleeping l-like you guys.." He turns his head to me, then to everyone else.
"Haha your cute ... Your like a little man child" says the guy in the blue hoodie. I need to know his name, he didn't say what his name was.
Mini looks up at the blue hood guy and frowns. Everyone turns their attention to me as if it was my turn to talk. Looks like we are taking turns in a circle. I open my mouth to speak, I know exactly what I'm going to say.
"I-"
"Yeah what ever!"
I close my mouth as I was rudely interrupted. I turn my head to the man that had just spoke. So does everyone else. "Excuse me?" I ask, I don't like people cutting me off, it's rude. The man that I'm facing isn't human, he's a giant pale mannikin, his eyes glow as if there were light bulbs built into his eyes. He has slender arms and legs and very small feet, quite feminine if you ask me. He wears a small camouflage jacket hoodie with greenish brown loose denim shorts. He has a long wire streaming out from the top of his head that bends to a curve just before his eyes, at the end of the wire is a small light bulb. This guy looks like a living mannikin toy, but the size of a man. His arms are crossed and he doesn't seem to be interested.
"What was that Cry?" Says the therapist, turning his head to Cry, raising an eyebrow.
Cry shrugs his shoulders and frowns .
"I don't know, I just said whatever." He seems a little agitated.
We all stare at Cry, even the crazy bloke stopped and stared.
"Why what's wrong, Cry?" The therapist says as he put the end of his pen to his lips, listening carefully.
"I just, don't want to accept it .. I never believed in this stuff. And I don't want to."
I feel myself beginning to frown, what does he mean he doesn't believe it? Isn't he afraid? Isn't he at all worried about the Darkness?  "What do you mean you don't believe it. It's happening Cry ... It's happening to us all" i say slightly annoyed.
Cry turns his head to me and sits up. Yes I have been seeing things like all of you. But I don't want anything to do with this, I feel like it's just going to make everything worse!"
The Therapist raises his head, he seems familiar with Cry's behaviour.
"Worse?" I ask
"Yes! Worse! And I don't want to talk about it! Your just going to drag me back to the same old shit again!!" Cry raises his voice a little, he really doesn't want to talk about this, but their was a reason he came here right? If he didn't care about this he would've just ignored it. But he has obviously come here because he was afraid like us, and wanted this to go away.
The therapist looks at Cry, he doesn't seem to be at all bothered by his attitude "Cry, calm down. We are going to figure this out-"
"Yeah well I don't want to figure this out! The more I think about ... The worse it gets. I want it to stop not get worse. I can't do this ... Im sorry i can't fucking do this" Cry yells as he storms out of the room. We all look at each, surprised by Cry's reaction.
The doc rubs his eyes and addresses us all. " I think we will leave it there for today and I will schedule another group appointment for a few days time. Is that OK with everyone?" We all nod in agreement and get up to leave.