Introduction
“He just stands there, as if he has something to say but nothing the words can’t seem to come out. He doesn’t even have eyes, just two big black holes in his face where his eyes should be... his mouth is just open, nothing being said. ”
“And how does it make you feel when you see him? Scared? Maybe you feel anxious?” She was writing something down as I looked past her. The dark green-blue butterfly painting seemed to catch my attention the more I sat in my seat. I blinked a few times before looking at her face again.
“No, I am past being scared. I feel more annoyed. That would be the right word to use, yeah I feel more annoyed. Just seeing him standing there, in every corner of every room and hallway.” I was quick to answer. I didn’t even have to think about it, he just doesn’t scare me like he used to.
“Does he say anything to you? Make any type ofnoise?” Shaking my head, it was getting harder to not laugh now. Only if you count the grunting and the choking at night when I try to sleep.
“No, he just stands there and looks at me. Sometimes his arms will twitch or sway but that’s about it.” Sometimes he walks up to me to get a ‘better’ view when I’m working.
“And when did this all start? What was going on when he appeared to you? Do you think there is a reason?” Now that’s a good question Dr. Therapy.
I just stared at her, taking in her full look now that I refocused on the present. Mia Connors, Mrs. Ph.D. in therapy. Her glasses made her eyes look ten times bigger than they were. Any more prominent and the color would attract fish- ocean blue, dark, and stormy today. Her hair was flowing past her shoulders today and the lighting made it look as if it was made of gold. Her right wrist was dressed in a skinny silver band and she actually wore her wedding ring today,how adorable.
My lips smirked at the last question as I shifted my hips to the left and crossed my legs again in the new position. I just shrugged at her and rested my chin on my hand as I watched her look back at me. Of course, I knew the ‘why, how, when, where’, Darcy was just coming back to haunt me to make my life a living hell. Not that I blame him of course, but it’s been over 15 years- shouldn’t the bastard be tired of this shit by now?
“Just showed up one day after a crazy night out in my third year of college. Went out for some drinks then right before we left it just all went black, the next day there’s Darcy.”
“Darcy? Is that his name?” I blinked slowly before answering.
“It’s the name that I think fits him best. He looks like a Darcy” It’s his name.
