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overtaken by darkness. The screams started again, quietly at first, then growing. The air became thick and hot, suffocating.
    Christopher ignored it and kept talking. Even though the noise was increasing, Christopher spoke no more forcefully than before and John could still hear him clearly.
    “The way of things is complicated, John. I can’t explain it to you; I don’t understand it myself. There are far more powerful influences than you or I. All I can say is this is the way it is and you have to make a decision. I know in your waking hours you have wished to change what happened. You have even wished you could have thrown yourself in front of the car to save Jason. Your life for his. You’ve made the deal already.”
    The noise and darkness continued to increase in volume. John could feel it in his heart, getting heavier and meaner. It was like a whirlwind as the darkness spun around, getting more violent, aggravating itself, working itself into a frenzy. The light got smaller and dimmer.
    Christopher continued. “I’ve been with you your whole life, John. It was me who whispered in your ear when you were choking in the rain. It was me who sat next to you, holding you in your car crash. I’ve been there and helped you so many more times. It’s me who is offering you this chance to change things back, but only you can do it. Only you can make the decision.”
    John looked past him at the darkness closing in on them. “What is this?” he asked, pointing at the black storm raging behind Christopher.
    “Evil,” Christopher replied. It’s getting stronger the longer you blame yourself. Soon it will drag you down further. Some people contemplate suicide, some turn to drugs or alcohol, but whatever you do, if it’s bad for you ‘it’ likes it. The darkness likes it when people become weak, because it makes them more susceptible to its charm. The reason you see it as you do is because it’s your dream, it’s the only way your mind can comprehend what it feels. Darkness is building inside you, John. If you want to change what happened, you have to decide.”
    Christopher suddenly disappeared, leaving John standing alone against the huge wall of darkness, gradually gaining on him. He felt the force of the black vacuum, pulling him closer, pretending to be an embrace of safety. He could feel the hatred and violence in its breath. He could feel his legs stiffen and become heavy and his jaw tighten and lock. The screams howled in agony, stripped bare of anything good and loving. The blackness started forming a shape, swirling around, moving ever closer to him. The stench of rot and decay filled his nostrils and made him choke.
    Just as the darkness reached out to touch him, he woke up. His room was black, and for a moment he thought he’d been swallowed by the evil in his dream. He reached out and flicked on the light as quickly as he could. The lamp fell to the floor and cast an eerie glow from its position. His heart pounded; he was covered in sweat. His mouth was so dry his throat felt on fire.
    He lay back down. “It was just a dream,” he muttered to himself. “Just my body reacting to the detox.”
    He fell into a restless sleep, but didn’t visit the place he’d just dreamed about. This time he dreamed about choking on an orange in the rain—like when he was nine—and being watched by two men in suits.
    He woke the next morning at about eight thirty, but despite having been in bed for nine hours, he didn’t feel refreshed at all. His mouth was dry; he felt light-headed. His body felt dirty and sticky from the overnight sweating , and he was sure he could still smell the rot and decay in his nostrils. The lamp was still on the floor, shining in a weak yellow glow.
    When he got up, his head pounded and tightened up, from the back of his neck to the top of his skull. He put it down to ‘cold turkey’ symptoms and dehydration from sweating during the night. He climbed into the shower. It had been cleaned