He stood three steps down from the road crossing and two in towards the shop window the back of his head was reflected in. Breathe, he said below his breath. Breathe. He used his thin hands as a brown paper bag and began to feel better. His vision slowed its spinning and he could almost focus on the police van parked opposite. Hello John, said the voice again. Not bad, he said, and yourself? But I didn’t ask you, said the voice. I just said hello.
That’s more than I’m used to.
That’s as may be.
I must be going.
Please don’t go, he said below his breath. Please. He unbuttoned his coat as if he had arrived home.
Face your fears. I’m scared of the dark. Face your fears. I’m terrified of the dark. Face your fears they said so I’ll walk into the darkness. I’m terrified but I’ll walk into the darkness. The ground is cold and wet beneath my feet, I’m so scared but I have to face my fears. It’s all in my head, the cold the wet beneath my feet, the sound of breathing or is it the wind. I don’t know if it’s worse when my eyes are closed. I’m so scared of the dark. I don’t know if my eyes are open. I’m so scared of the dark. I know there’s something there, I can feel it inside me but I have to keep on walking, through the cold and the wet and the sound of the breathing and the sound of the screams in the distance. I have to face my fears. The dark can’t hurt me. Face my fears. The dark can’t hurt me. Face my fears. The dark can’t hurt me.