Group: Treatment

The room is dark. A young, brunette man sits at a desk, lit only by the flickering of candles.  His face is bruised and cut having seemingly been through a struggle. He hurriedly scrawls over reams of pages seeming agitated. A noose hangs in the background; taunting him. The man is contemplating suicide but doesn't know if he is willing to die just yet.

Leaving the desk, he wanders towards the rope and then steps back. He turns to the mirror, bedraggled, tired and scared, despising what he sees. His casual, modern outfit is in complete contrast to the room with his t-shirt being stained with soot and blood. He stares at himself, disgusted and bemused. He feels as though he is being watched as he jerks his head to look behind. He senses the encroaching presence of something or someone else in the room. There is nothing. He breathes a sigh of relief, turning back to the mirror to examine himself further. A young woman is there as shock permeates his face. She is fey, like an ethereal being, dressed in white and looking curiously and malevolently at the young man. She smiles then disappears.

He is terrified. He shouts out, begging for her to leave him be.
'I don't want to do this.'

She appears again, at his ear, and whispers
'But WE all want you to'

With this the man looks in the mirror, she is no longer there. He becomes enraged and starts shouting at the lifeless room, begging her to leave him alone. He throws everything and anything to where he hears murmurs. They get louder as he moves back to the wall.
She appears, holding his throat. She scolds and belittles him as he is forced towards the noose, begging for mercy. The woman reaches over, picks up the bloodied knife off the desk and holds it towards the man, giving him a choice. He catches sight of it.

There is a scream as the shot fades away to six months previously.