A/N Hello all. I'm just going to say now that I'm sorry for any errors in the story. English is not my first language. But whatever right? And this is purely the prologue, so good read! Haha.
Everything was spiraling downwards.
Blinding strobe lights flashed before his eyes. They left him unsteady and numb. His thoughts were addled, he wasn't concentrating, wasn't able to make proper decisions. Why was he back?
Was there even a reason?
He was lost. Unfamiliar faces would cross his doubled vision. Strangers would pass him a shot, he drank it. They'd pass him a joint, he smoked it. He could only feel the cushion under his limp body, his hands running back and forth over the gritty red carpet material.
He gazed upwards, at every distinct ceiling tile, eyes taking in every good-for-nothing detail. A pair of hands rose to block his sight, and he stared at those instead. The long, skinny fingers, painted with white wiry scars. They were a dreadful ghastly pale color, and the finger nails were horrid, clouted with grimy dirt and bitten to the skin.
The hands suddenly fell away, and at the same time his felt a slight twinge of pain. He turned his head lethargically, looking for the culprit who dared touch his billionaire skin. However his eyes had become hazy, his mind staggering under the cruel ache his temple had befallen to. His mouth parted in a groan.
Pressure stroked down his chest, his arms. Voices were close to his ears and small bouts of pain on his neck ensued. He swatted around him, the fly like creatures vanishing under his insistent dismissal.
He felt a weight holding him down; the lights were taking over his ability to see. He felt helpless, empty. He didn't know how he was going to escape the dark mass of shadows crawling around him, the touches, the beams or even the funny textured cushion fabric. His eyes were increasingly closing, each effort in opening them became laborious and troublesome. He merely wanted to give in to the temptation, ignore the movement surrounding him. Every time he would tell himself this desire, the lure had become more and more inviting. For the darkness be victorious.
His eyes opened to the same scene they'd closed. He staggered to his feet, the weight on his chest lessening, and stumbled towards the exit, vision a useless blur. Every step he took was a challenge, his movement languid and excruciating. Shots like lightening spread through his calves and behind his eyes. He had to motivate himself during each painful footstep. The car was only meters away.
Nobody stopped him on the walk there.
Nobody stopped him when he dropped and fumbled with his keys.
Nobody gave a second glance when he walked into his car door, missing the handle half a dozen times.
And most of all, nobody stopped the car when he swirled around the parking lot, chin almost resting on the steering wheel as pulled out into busy traffic.
All he saw of the accident was the shine of the headlights. He heard the screech of tires and screams of terror. The unbearable pain was felt aguishly.
The world spun, leaving him on the hard pavement.