Shadows

6

It was a nice bright day, the sun was high. There was positivity in the air outside but inside the house of the Stevensons it was as gloomy as a cloudy rainy day. It had only gotten worse. The doctors ran several tests on Darcy but came out with nothing. The reports were clean she wasn't suffering from any disease. They were quite worried for her as she was not showing any sign of improvement.

That day like any other days it was only Darcy and her mother at home. The doorbell rang calling for attention and Mrs Stevenson made her way towards it. She was welcomed by one of her family friends, Harold.

Harold was a middle aged guy probably in his 30s. He was an old friend of Stevenson's and treated Mrs Stevenson as his sister.

Upon seeing him, Mrs Stevenson was surprised. She was certainly not expecting him.

"Hey!" Harold greeted with a smile.

"Hey!" Mrs Stevenson managed to give a smile. It seemed as if all the colors had drained out from her life since the day Darcy got sick as if she had for gotten what smile is.

"I'm so sorry.." Mrs Stevenson said shaking her head realizing she hadn't asked him to come in, "Please come in"

Harold chuckled, "it's okay" and walked in.

Mrs Stevenson led him to the living room and asked him to have a seat. Harold looked around the room, he felt something strange, but still gave her a smile and sat down anyway.

"Joanne, where is Darcy? It's been a long time. I couldn't even come over on her birthday. I bought a few gifts for her" Harold asked smiling cheerfully.

Mrs Stevenson's heart sank at the mention of her daughter's name, tears formed in her eyes. Harold having noticed that frowned. The smile on his face faded away.

"What is it Joanne? Is everything okay" Harold asked worried.

"Darcy, she's upstairs" Mrs Stevenson said fighting back her tears, "she's sick"

Harold saw Joanne's eyes welled up with tears. He knew something was not right. He got up from where he was sitting and held Joanne and made her sit down on one of the sofas.

"She hadn't been eating for days," a teardrop escaped her eye as she said it, "Harold she's dying"

Her words broke his heart, he couldn't believe her words, "What did the doctors say?" He asked urgently.

"They are not able to treat her. They say they found nothing" Joanne shook her head.

"Joanne" he said placing his hand on hers, "don't worry she'll be fine. Can I meet her?"

Joanne wiped her tears and nodded getting up from the sofa. Harold followed suit getting up and following her.

"She is in the room upstairs, sleeping" Joanne said pointing towards the room upstairs, "I'll get you a cup of coffee."

Harold gave a small smile and nodded. He walked upstairs towards to big bedroom. The door to the bedroom was wide open. Harold walked in hesitating a little, he wasn't sure what the hesitation was all about but he wasn't feeling right. The curtains were pulled out leaving the room dimly lit. The air around him in the room felt heavy and suffocating.

He spared a glanced at Darcy lying on the bed fast asleep and walked up to the window and pulled the curtains open and opened the windows. He did the same with all the curtains and the room was filled with sunlight penetrating through the open windows.

The moment he did that the room felt less suffocating, looking out of one of the window he smiled and turned around to Darcy. Darcy was up and sitting on the bed looking down at her feet that dangled down from the bed.

Harold was a bit taken aback but he shook the random thoughts out of his head and walked up to Darcy and sat down beside her.

"Hey Angel, how are you feeling?" Harold said with a smile as he placed his hand on her head and patted slowly.

To his surprise the girl didn't utter a single word and continued looking at her feet. It made him worried.

He took her tiny hands into his, the moment his skin touched hers a chill ran down his spine. He felt the hairs on his back rise as a response. The feeling was unexplainable. He felt as if it wasn't Darcy under his touch. There was something strange, something like an unknown power. A power that was strong enough to proclaim its presence.

"Darcy?" He said lowering his head trying to look at her face.

"Harold, here's your coffee" Joanne said walking in the room, scaring Harold in the process.

Harold who was now looking at Joanne a little scared, manage to give her a smile as she walked up to him handing him the cup of coffee.

Joanne looked at Darcy and sighed, "Sweetheart how are you?" She asked as she crouch down before her.

As usual no words came out of Darcy's lips as she lay down back on the bed. Midway Harold eyes met Darcy's and at that moment he knew something was not right.

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😊see ya until next update. I don't know when I'll be able to do that I'm currently a little busy.