Confession of the dead-chapter 1: even in the cigarette smoke I see them taunt me
Bobby sat in the office fidgeting in one of the green wooden chairs that sat outside the main consultation rooms, this was, by no stretch of the imagination, his choice, it was a mix of Rose's tough love and coincidence which seemed to be a familiar scenario nowadays, therapy was a worst-case scenario for him, opening up he seemed to do naturally but the fact it meant facing up to the reality his friends were now long gone terrified him more than the dark and the boogie monster, at least he could be certain that such things disappear after the while.
'Robert Wilson?' a voice called from one of the rooms bringing him out from his drowning thoughts and leading him into what may be the start of a new forever.
'please take a seat just there and Doctor Adams will be with you in a few moments' the assistant couldn't have been much older than him, with a pep in her step and a voice that would fool any child into thinking she had been ripped out of a Disney princess film, he wanted to frown but instead chose to give a nod in understanding, for kindness was a rarity as he soon enough realised after he lost his three best friends.
Bobby could have sworn he was going cross-eyed by the time Doctor Adams arrived, complete with a flowery folder in hand and an air of both mystery and calm surrounding her as she entered, 'You must be Robert' she holds her hand out to him which he simply declines, not out of impoliteness, even though he didn't plan on staying long, but more out of familiarity as he's hit with a strong waft of lavender similar to that of the kind Rose sprays on his pillow whenever he stays over in the hopes to keep the nightmares away.
'Lavender?' he asks her raising an eyebrow trying his best to keep up his 'the incident made me stronger' persona which was usually eaten up by people with no question or crumbs left. 'it is yes, it's one of my favourite little charms, keeps the energies balanced and the spirits settled' she responds with a smile straightening out the bottom of her skirt as she sits down.
'what kind of specialist are you?' Bobby looks at her as if she had just revealed a cupboard of human spines, the skater boy had said she was a little strange but this was not what he was expecting. She simply chuckles opening her book and scribbling something down 'i know it's a little intimidating at first to hear the words spirits and therapy in the same sentence however I can promise you it isn't as sinister as it may sound' she looks up at him with a reassuring smile causing him to settle into his seat knowing it was no use fighting.
'Now let us start from the beginning hm? how did you get to know your three best friends?' she says turning to a fresh blank page in her notebook.
'i can't remember a time without them, even in the cigarette smoke I see them taunt me' he says quietly not making eye contact with her looking down at his hands fiddling with a simple black beaded necklace.
'in what way?' she asks pressing a little for more context,' they tell me it's my fault for letting the dream crumble' Bobby mutters clutching the necklace tightly around his fingers no longer in motion. 'it may feel like it, however, it is simply not the case, you didn't give them those dogs nor did you cook them'
'i may as well have though' he mutters under his breath, remembering how he pushed them to go.
This was going to be the longest few weeks of his life, then again time is only a construct right?