Hank Jones thought himself to be a liked man, as he turned off his light and lay his self-down in to bed. Looking to his alarm clock he saw it was 12pm just, just right to his digital clock were pictures all in line and of different subjects. Like little Lilac June in her yellow bikini and Sophie Cone in her shorts and top.
But his favourite was off a young Hope Potter, in a cotton white dress holding hands with a stranger who had been cropped out, Hank did not like boys. Only girls. His face screwed in annoyance as festivities were still being carried out for New Year had just begun. He rolled over so he was on his back and closed his eyes.
"You've been a very naughty boy" A voice purred from the blacked out corner of his room
He blinked as light from the lamp outside shone through his window eliminating ruby red lips. The figure stepped forward into the light so he could see it was a girl. She moved to his side straddling him clad in leather with a black hood atop her head shielding her face. Hank tried to get his breathing under control as the figure slowly caressed the side of his face.
"Who are yo-?" Hank tried to ask but was cut off as a finger came to his lips in a shush motion
Hands slowly touched his body, as Hanks breathe faltered the figure laughed as he withered on his bed due to pleasure
"You enjoy this" The girl stated bluntly
Hank nodded and the girl but her mouth to Hanks ear
"and I enjoy this" She whispered while taking out a knife and slitting Hanks throat,
The girl giggled as blood dotted her face, slowly she licked the knife clean as a smile spread across her face .
And then just like two people in Two different times were drawn together as fate clapped her hands together waking them up.
Hope you enjoyed my prologue of sorts… Review nicely I'm only 14 lol
I should warn here that this story will feature mental illnesses and other difficult topics. I hope this does not cause any problems