"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray; you'll never know dear how much I love you. Pleas don't take my sunshine away."
The childish song echoes down a narrow hallway as someone travels down it's narrow path. The hallway is dark and any sunshine that manages to sneak through a door's window reveals dust particles that are gently floating around. The one walking down the hall is a young adult who's body is too slim to be healthy and who's skin is as pale as a vampires. He has jet black hair and it's bangs cover his face. His eyes are a blood red, making him have the appearance of some crack head. Red looped earrings shine with the sun and swing slightly as he walks slowly down the hall. He has the average height of any young adult male and dresses in intimidating attire.
The building which he is walking through is a building where people go if something traumatic happened in their life that has truly affected them. He doesn't want to be there, in fact, he'd rather be in bed staring at his ceiling with his thoughts then be walking down these narrow halls. His heart is racing slightly as he comes closer to the room in which he is to visit.
He is to tell the story of his life. His story isn't a happy one for this young male has experienced many things which someone should not have to go through. He stops in front of a door and sighs as he looks into the small window. There sat his therapist who was looking through some file. It is probably his since he's next in line to visit with them. He tries to think of something to get out of going, but nothing comes to mind. He has no thoughts on how to escape his appointment. Grumbling, he opens up the door slowly.
The therapist looks up from their file reading and smiles at the young adult. They place the manila folder on a glass desk and walk over to their next patient. The teen groans as he watches his overly happy therapist come close to him. They hold out their hand but he just stares at it. They quickly pull their hand away and mumble an apology.
"I'm sorry, Dark Lin--"
"Call me Dark." He rudely interrupts.
"Ah, yes, but of course." They nervously laugh as if they have some hopes that the awkwardness will just disappear. "I'm sorry Dark, I just assumed that you would want to be called by your first name."
"You know, my father use to always call me by my first name." Dark Link gives them a nasty glare. "I hated and still do hate my father."
"Well, let's discuss it." The therapist pulls over a chair and pats it; hinting for him to sit down. "You are hear to discuss your problems with me and I want you to know that everything you say will be kept a secret between you and I."
"I could truly care less who you tell." He walks over to the glass desk which the folder sat lightly on. He picks up he folder and skims through it. "I'm considered depressed and could possibly have some emotional issues. How sweet of you to look through this before I come in. Afraid that I might shank you or something?"
"I am required to look at it which is why I was--" Once more, the therapist was cut off.
"Which is why you read it right before I came in. You stupid bitch." He throws the folder on the floor and the loose papers skid across the tiled floor. "Do your homework before class begins."
He sits down in the chair that the therapist offered earlier and looks around at his new environment. He notices some pictures which appear to be of a small family. He frowns as he looks at the cluttered photos on the bulletin board. The therapist feels too intimidated to stand up and get the papers and now they feel nervous to even utter a simple question or command.
"Love your family?" Dark asks, breaking the fearful silence.
"Why of course I do!" The therapist answers with pride. "I love my children and my spouse."
"That's great." He could truly care less, he was just curious. "You need to be careful with loving someone, they can easily slip away from your grasp."
"Did you love someone, Dark?" The therapist asks, trying to get somewhere with the therapy.
"Loved? Fuck, I still love him." Dark remembers the song that he was singing earlier and just smiles. "Oh, he was the only person I have ever loved." The therapist begins to scribble away on some yellow lined paper. "Curious?"
"I would like to hear your life story and I assume he would be in it." The therapist presses.
"Of course he's in it." Dark sighs and leans back in his plastic chair. "I'll tell you everything, the shit I've went through and my goals that I use to have. I'll tell you exactly how I lost my 'sunshine'."
Short chapter because I don't want to reveal too much in the first chapter. I'm my own proof-reader since I think Haley is getting tired of reading everything XD So if there are any problems please forgive me.
Reviews are very much loved, thank you for reading. I'll update very soon.
