No Angels

.chapter nine.

"I'm sorry - you're seeing what?"

"A guy with blonde hair and silver eyes. Dressed in a red suit."

Dr. Lee stared at me over the half-moon specs perched on the bridge of his bird-like nose.

"Red suit. Uh-huh. And how often does this...person keep showing up?"

I shrugged. "I can't say - he only turns up whenever something happens. Like a date gone wrong, or -"

"So he turns up whenever you're being ridiculed?"

I shook my head. "No - no. More like, he turns up whenever I'm alone."

Dr. Lee blinked. "Are you the only one who sees him, Mr. Jung?"

I scratched my head. "Well - I live alone, so - no one's actually seen him...besides me."

Dr. Lee looked down at his notepad and began scribbling some notes.

An awkward silence fell, and I busied myself with studying the room.

I admit that this wasn't one of the best choices I've ever made in my life, but I'd been forced out of desperation.

While looking around, I heard a slight cough from behind one of the huge potted plants in the spacious room.

I closed my eyes, silently praying that it wasn't him.

"Why wasn't I invited to this party?"

Oh, no.

No, no.

Why, God?

I opened my eyes and immediately regretted the decision.

Ravi was sprawled on the armchair next to mine, grinning like a maniac.

"Hey friend," he said, waving at me.

No.

To make things worse, he was dressed in a bright yellow suit with checkered pants and red boots.

What with his platinum hair, the overall effect was much like that of a clown at Cirque du Freak.

Dr. Lee cleared his throat, and I turned towards him.

"So, let me get this straight. Mr. Jung, you've been seeing this stranger for - maybe four days now? Maybe a week? And for some reason, he only appears when you're alone, or possibly when you're upset. Am I correct?"

I nodded.

"Have you tried getting someone else to see him, perhaps? Maybe bring a friend over?"

"I don't have - much friends," I said.

Dr. Lee looked at me.

I grimaced.

Ravi, who was paying attention to the conversation, started to snigger.

"Have you told anyone else about this?"

Ravi snorted.

I glanced at him in annoyance, then looked back at the psychiatrist.

"Uh - no, no. You're the first person I've ever told it to."

At this point of time, Ravi stood up from his seat and stretched his arms above his head.

"I'm bored," he announced, and promptly disappeared.

Shit.

"Now, Mr. Jung -"

I watched in horror as Ravi popped up from behind the desk.

"What are you doing?" I hissed.