The Dark Chapter 1

Scott opened his eyes to light streaming in his window. "Not already!" he thought as he rubbed his eyes. He hadn't slept well last night...or the past few nights, come to think of it. "What is it?" he wondered subconsciously as he got up and streched. "Never mind, im sure it was just a dream." He stood and padded into the bathroom. 23 years old, six feet tall, and lean, with short dark hair. His reflection. He looked each morning, hoping to see some change for the better. He never did like what he saw. Not for the last two weeks anyway. "No matter, " he thought "looks aren't what count in the end anyway!" But he wasn't reassured. He never was. "It must have somting to do with those dreams, or whatever they are!" he thought aloud. Yes, they had been causing him much grief lately, and today he intended to find out what. After the "dreams" started two weeks ago, Scott called and set up an appointment with a counselor, upon the suggestion of a friend. He had argued vehemently against it at the time, but in the end, he saw no other alternative. Hi figured that atleast they could tell him he was insane. "Wouldn't that be great!" he thought. "Then I could just pretend whatever I wanted!!" He sighed. "Insanity would be a perfect explaination for me right now. Oh well, that probably isn't the case, so I better act like a sane person and get ready." He looked at the hastily sctratched out appointment card. It read: "10:00am Tuesday May 12th, Dr. Payne." "Dr. Payne, huh?" He was looking at his appointment slip. "Sounds like he should be doing somthing more like open heart surgery!" He laughed to himself at the thought. The whole time these thoughts were taking place he was getting his breakfast and getting ready to go. He left the house, #104 on Sycamore Lane, at 9:45, and began walking toward the "counseling center" or whatever it was called. He walked passed his neighbor, David Franz's house and waved as he passed. "Funny," he thought. "Why didn't Dave say hello? He always greets me when I come out. Huh, maybe he's just having a rough day." He kept walking, but the unease kept growing. As he passed more and more people, none of them seemed to pay any attention to him. He was just beginning to worry when he saw his best friend, Ted Schaffer at the upcoming crosswalk. "Ted! Hey, Ted, over here!" He called. Ted nonchalently turned his head in Scott's direction and turned back to face the stoplight. "Maybe he just can't hear me" he thought as panic set in. He walke right up behind him and reached out to tap him on the shoulder. His hand however, never made contact.