Scary Stories

VIII

I walked into free time and sat opposite Darcy like I usually did.
"I can't do this Ethan!" Darcy angrily whispered.
"Don't get angry Darcy" I hissed "you don't want anything bad to happen"
"This is BAD!" she raised her voice.
"Could you make up your mind." I said "are you with me or against me"
Darcy suddenly calmed down "with you, I'm with you."
A single tear rolled down her face. She wiped it from her face with the sleeve of her grey shirt.

"Why?" I asked "Why are you with me?" I already knew the answer but I wanted to hear her say it. I wanted to hear the simple phrase parents over use. The three words that meant everything to so many people. Darcy's biggest weakness.
Darcy looked shocked, she opened her mouth to say something but then closed it again.

"Mr. Nox, stop tormenting the poor girl."
I turned to see one of the therapists standing behind me.
"Darcy it's time for you individual therapy" she said "your parents aren't coming in today so we are doing it earlier."
"Ok" Darcy stood up, she put her hand to her pocket and I heard a soft crinkle of paper. The note.

I was left waiting. Waiting for the emergence bell. The bell that forced us all outside into the back caught yard. I looked at the white shirt I was wearing and realized my mistake. White. Why did I choose to wear white on today of all days? Why didn't I wear black like I usually would? I stood to asked if I could get something from my room but I was too late.

The bell echoed around the hall.