On a cold and gloomy winters morning Tate Langdon woke up in fear of the day ahead.
He had managed to awaken exactly 10 minutes before the usual time that his alarm clock went off: at 7:30.
But he couldn't live like this all his life, Tate had decided.
In spite of his fears he dressed extra comfortable and casual today. In his usual Normal People Scare Me tee and his favourite pair of jeans, the ones with holes in them.
He had already started mentally and physically preparing himself for the day that lied ahead.
"Whisper, whisper, whisper"
The little inescapable voices sounded quietly in the back of his head.
Usually he could have the strength to push them back into the furthest corner of his mind.
"whisper, whisper, whisper"
Again they had sounded, only more noticeable this time.
He did not stop to look again at the small chalkboard sitting on the wall.
The one that he had written the word Taint on.
So many imperfections he thought.
So many imperfections they thought...