Jason peeks his head out of his front door, his eyes wide open. He checks his left and right to make sure no one is around and then steps out. He is dressed in a suit and carries and an odd and heavy briefcase. He straightens his tie and moves off to the end of the drive. He seems to be agitated somehow. He walks along the pavement, giving the odd glance over his shoulder. He then arrives at the train station. He sits on an empty bench twirling his thumbs, waiting for his ride to work. He remains observant, scanning all of the faces that walk by, as if trying to identify someone.
He sees the train pull up, and he hurriedly picks up his suit case and hurries to the edge of the platform. He jumps on the train as soon as the doors open, not waiting for the passengers to get off. He moves up the train until he finds the quietest carriage, apart from one old man in a hood sat near the back. He sits in a booth meant for four people and places his case on the table. He looks uneasily at the case. Peering up the aisle from his seat to see that no one is there, he takes a deep breath, and turns his head back. His eyes widen. Sat opposite him is a very pale man, in a suit, smiling at him. Jason’s hands crease up and he starts to sweat.
The pale man points to the man in the corner, still smirking. Jason, with beads of sweat now on his forehead, turns to see the old man in the hood, asleep. Jason looks back to the pale man , then back to the old man. He shrieks as the man charges down the aisle wielding a huge knife. He puts one arm out in defence and shields his eyes with the other. He waits for a second, opens his eyes and then the old man is back in his seat as he was before. He looks back at the pale man, still smirking, and then gets up to move.
Jason get off the train, runs from the station and arrives at work, which consists of seeming hundreds of identical offices. He sits, typing away nervously, but the pale man is nowhere to be seen. Someone coughs, and he ducks for cover. He then jumps back up onto his seat as if nothing happened. A hand comes from behind him to grab his shoulder. When the contact is made, Jason jumps to his feet and turns around. It’s his colleague, bringing him a cup of tea. He sighs with relief takes the tea. His colleague then moves off and stood behind him is the pale man, looking happy as ever. The pale man points at the clock. The ticks become louder, and slower. When suddenly, the clock starts going back in time. The photocopy machine become unbearably loud and Jason’s boss approaches him. He is also smiling, and repeats, “Your fired, Your Fired, Your fired”. The ticks of the clock becomes extremely loud and fast until Jason runs across the office, screaming all the way, takes the clock off the wall and smashes it. He looks up, the office is silent, and all of his colleagues are staring at him.
Jason runs out of the office, carrying his briefcase . He heads straight for his therapist. He arrives, sweaty and exhausted. He walks in and bangs on the door. The therapist answers, and exclaims that he was not due for another two hours. However, he can see Jason is distressed, and invites him in. He sits him down. “I thought this was getting better’. Jason looks up, shakes his head, then looks down again. “Come on, what have we discussed, the only thing to fear, is fear itself. And what smart fella said this? Franklin D Roosevelt”. Jason looks at the window, and then back at the therapist. “Now where’s that case I asked you to carry, I hope you haven’t opened it I hope?” Jason shake his head. “Well, nows the time”. Jason’s eyes shoot up and he slowly opens the case. There is nothing inside. “Whats inside?” The therapist asks. He is met with a puzzled look. The therapist speaks for Jason. “Nothing. Now, you may be wondering why I asked you to carry around a pretty heavy suitcase full of nothing for the past 2 weeks Jacob. It’s because I wanted to show you what you are doing to yourself, literally. Carrying around these fears, anxieties and illusions, that amount to nothing. Now give me the case back, and the weight is gone, not heavy burden to be carried around everywhere you go.
Jason gives the suitcase over, takes a breath, and suddenly feels light, like his courage had returned. He shakes the therapists hand and gets up to leave. “Just one more thing Jacob”. The therapist sounded stern. Jacobs eyes widen, he turns around slowly. He cringes as he turns around, expecting the worst. “Could you shut the door please?”. Jacob sighs smiles and shuts the door.