This is just a little preview of my newest story: Pity. It will be for a more mature audience... thanks to my friend who requested it.... *forced to obligee* Urgh... I didn't really wanna do this with them yet but... Oh well.... Enjoy and keep an eye out!
The door was a deep wood surrounded by a white frame, how many doors just like this had she kicked in? Why was this one so hard to open? Maybe because she was standing outside Xerxes Break's room, as much as she hated to admit it the clown bastard had become a part of her life. And, now, he hadn't come out of his room for three days, it was beginning to bug her. So, taking a deep breath Alice threw open the door, "Piero!" The door slammed against the wall and bounced back at her, she caught it and stepped into the room, shutting the door behind her.
The room was dark, surprising, she could barely see, it was so dark. No light was on and the drapes had been pulled shut. "It's awfully rude to barge in without knocking," came a voice from the large shape she could only assume was the bed, "I'm ill you know." Break.
Alice scoffed and felt her way towards the bed, "Your one to talk, you don't even use doors!" She bumped into the nightstand, letting out a little yell of pain, then groping in the dark she pulled switch on the lamp. A rosy glow blossomed in the room. Break was lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, after a moment he rolled towards her, "Turn off the light." He sounded grumpy; he groped for just a moment too long, when his fingers finally found the switch Alice gasped. He felt her grab his wrist and pull it away from the lamp; she turned it back on, "Piero? What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing."
"How many fingers am I holding up?"
"That is a ridiculous question, I am not going to answer."
"You're hiding something! A-are you… blind?"
Silence. Then…
"Yes, Alice."