Dark had always been here. He was there when Kat tried to find him. He was there when the white cat did weird things to Kat. He was there in a bathroom while Kat was staring in the mirror and seemed to see him for a second. He had been looking at Kat all this time.

He didn’t quite like being Dark. He used to be Kamao (เขม่า) when he was with the old lady. She was too creepy even for him. Dark let Kat called him Dark because he liked her. Kat was kind and sweet. However, she was a bit confusing. She confused herself and she confused him. To be honest, Dark thought Kat needed help. She had been in this room for so long he couldn’t remember and all this time she couldn’t see him. Dark just didn’t get it.

Today Kat had been in her bed since morning. She didn’t do her laundry as usual. It’s been a week since Kat stopped cleaning the room. Dark stepped on something unpleasant on the floor. He pretended it didn’t happen. Usually, things were not what he didn’t want them to be if he wished strongly enough. Like that time when a strange white cat was making the room spiralling and Dark was just wishing everything to be normal. He wished Kat to be normal. 

He jumped into bed to sit next to Kat. She didn’t seem to notice him just the same. She was staring at the window. The sky was clear but not too bright. Maybe it’s late afternoon. The concept of time did not occur to Dark. He only assumed things that happened in relation to human. Dark remembered back when he was with the old lady, she always got through her days with a different schedule to other humans. She got up when the sky was dark and sleep when the sun was at the top of our heads. Despite Kat’s almost usual schedule to other humans, she did not seem to perceive time like should do. Kat spent a lot of time looking at the window. Dark kept thinking all she need to do was just to get out of this room. 

Suddenly, Kat moved away from the window. She was now sitting next to the wall, a metre from the window. Dark startled and hopped to the top of a bookshelf next to the bed. He felt safe being here. It’s high enough to be away from whatever scared Kat which would soon scare him too, and he could see everything clearly from here. 

Dark saw the white cat in the street again. This time ‘she’ was staring at him. Dark didn’t know what to expect from her, but definitely not being seen. The white cat did not make him sick like she did too Kat, but she’s an unpleasant being. Dark looked back at Kat and worried she’s gonna vomit again. He thought about the nasty liquid he stepped on earlier. It must be her vomit. 

Kat was pale and tried to say something inaudible. It looked like she tried to hide behind her pillow. Dark gazed back to the window and the white cat was standing peacefully on the small concrete extended for less than a foot that supposed to be a space for a pot plant. Dark couldn’t remember when was the last time he saw the pot. The white cat was there like she had always been there. The window was shut inappropriately. Kat must have opened it when it had been raining. That small gap between the frame and the window made him uncomfortable. 

He was not strong enough to completely shut it. Kat was now totally useless. She vomited on her bed. It became a small pool of something that used to be the noodles she had a few hours ago. Dark thanked to whatever made him not smelling it, though he could still hear Kat gagged out the last bit of her vomit. The white cat was closer to the window. She rubbed her face to the window he could see her fur being pressed on the glass.

Dark could feel helplessness crept up to his paws. He was physically useless and not sure how to help. The white cat probably could not do any harm to him except peeing on his territory. But Kat, she seemed so unwell and it made Dark wished he could do something the old lady could do. He could only keep wishing. He imagined the world without white cats, not a single white cat. Then he imagined a shadow hugging Kat and crept up to every corner in this room. Dark felt like this room belonged to him. It’s like he could emit shadow. As if dark particles existed and eat up the lights. He looked back at the window. The white cat had gone. She was not in the street starting back at him. She still made him uncomfortable but it’s better when he felt like he owned the room.