Forever In My Nightmares (Darkiplier)

Therapy

I sat there, staring down at the hardwood floors as if it would help me out of this situation. I traced my name into the floor with my shoe, hoping to burn it into the floor as a warning for the next person to come here. I felt the need to get up and just walk out the door, never to be seen again as I disappeared into the crowded streets of the morning. However, that would never happen with Jack's tight grip on my hand.

I wanted to just tear my hand from his as if I were ripping two pieces of paper that had been glued together apart. I wanted to say "fuck this and fuck you" as I walked into the morning.

After he comforted me early this morning, he sent me to get some sleep, saying he would watch over me until morning.

While I was asleep, I suppose he made a call to a mental health center to get me an appointment. Then what does he do when 9:00 in the morning rolls around? He drags my ass out of bed, gets me ready, nearly knocks me unconscious trying to get me into the damn car, and he pulls me into this place.

Now here I am, wishing I wasn't here and wanting to run out and into the oncoming traffic in the street, hoping by some magical force to get hit by a car. I knew I wasn't insane enough to do something like that, even if it was the only thing on my mind.

"It's goin' to be okay, Mark. This is goin' ta help ya. Yer goin' to be fine. Besides, I'm comin' with ya in there." Jack said to me and I kept my gaze away from him.

Hatred for him all of a sudden consumed me and I snarled when he spoke, causing him to stop talking. I wanted to attack him. To hurt him. To drag a knife across his throat and kill him.

My eyes went wide and I shook my head, realizing that the thoughts I was having weren't like me at all. Those thoughts were violent and unreasonable. What if I kept having these thoughts and ended up acting on them? I would kill someone...

Maybe I did need to see this therapist. Maybe I really did have a problem.

"Mark?" Jack asked me softly, as to not set me off, if I'm guessing. "Are ye okay?" He asked and I nodded at him. "Yeah. My head is just a terrible place right now." I muttered. He seemed to nod in understanding.

However, he didn't understand. I could tell by the look in his eye that he was clueless. He thought he understood a good bit, but he didn't. He didn't know what to do or how to react. He was merely looking for a ray of light to shine in on the darkness of the unknown. He had no clue what he was doing. He thinks he's got it but he doesn't know that he's just taking a shot in the dark at this point.

He's going into this whole thing totally blind, and he barely knows it.

"Mark Fischbach?" I heard someone call and Jack pulled me up and dragged me to the person who called.

She was about 25 (based on looks) with brown hair and blue eyes. Her outfit was a black dress lined with dark purple. She was tan and gave off a friendly air, but I still remained tense in her presence.

"Come with me, sirs." She said politely, leading us down a hall. Her heels clicked against the floor, irritating me further. Before we got to the room, I was nearly mad with irritation, wanting to take the heels off her feet and stab her with the heels to her own shoes.

It took me quite a minute to convince myself that these weren't my thoughts. These were Darks thoughts and that he just wanted me to do his evil bidding. I shook my head at myself again, disappointed that I kept having these thoughts.

We finally got to the room and the woman led us in, shutting the door behind us. She walked over to her desk after shutting the door, taking off her heels and sitting down.