My Darku

You don't have any friends?
Darku, struggled to keep his tone even.
No.
That sure isn't normal.
Why doesn't anyone want to be with you?
I don't want to be with anyone, she snapped.
Oho, that's very convenient and reeks of ego.
Ego is not bad.
And convenience?
Not bad too.
So you claim, no one looks you up, because you want it that way?
Yes.
Then why do you run to me?, Darku asked.
Did his tone smack of laughter?
She hated that.

Are you laughing at me?
There, didn't I say, you are Goddamn egoistic. Why the hell can I not laugh?
When did I say you can't?
You just did.
No, I didn't, I just asked a rhetorical question.
Don't throw big words at me.
Now it was her turn to switch on the smile in her voice.
Rhetorical doesn't always need an answer.
This is it. You are happy when you have the upper hand.
I wasn't looking for a shrink.
You sure need one.
I have you, you sort me out.
Then why shouldn't we meet.
That would make you real.
Oh yes, the real doesn't work for you.
Yes.
You do know, I hate it when you talk in monosyllables.
Hmm.
You...!
Shrinks don't swear.
I never claimed to be one, you said I was.
Hmm.
Does this signal I should leave, our time is up?
Your time.
The hell with you, why do I bother with you!
She laughed.
Her laughter slithered down the dark walls of the small room with the low ceiling.
She dreamt of the the roofless sky.
Darku stole out.
Stealthily the night clambered on.
Until tomorrow, she screamed playfully.