A/N Hey! This is my first fanfiction so please leave a comment or like it. It would mean a lot. If you have any theories as to what is going to happen next then, by all means, leave a comment :)
Darkness. Enveloping every limb, shadows climbed over the weak figure discarded on the rotting floor beneath. Who was he? Where was he? The darkness was suffocating. His memories had yet to be drawn together again.
Snow lay plastered on trees, sticking to it with blind ignorance against the wind's rages. In front of him was a lake, beautifully broken and yet he became mesmerized with each crack that was on its surface. Tentatively, he placed an uncertain foot on the surface. It withstood the weight. Another foot was added; So far so good. One step at a time, his lanky figure made its way across until his balance was lost with a reverberating CRACK! Icy tendrils stretched out from where he lay and before he could create a clear plan of action he plummeted into the icy water that awaited him. All in a rush, his coping mechanism came back to him and his stunned mind knew what it had to do.
Sight; Blurriness, blinding light as he arched his neck towards the surface of the lake, dismorphed tree branches and sunlight through the ripples of water.
Sound; Water moving around his flailing arms other than that, silence. Nobody to hear his screams.
Touch; Numbness, the cold rot of the wooden floor beneath him.
Sound; the heavy, echoing footsteps reverberating closer to him with every thump.
Scent; rot, body odors, the lingering scent of feces.
His method of escaping reality was usually foolproof, yet he found himself back in the darkness rather than engrossed in his memory of choice. The silence was broken by the footsteps that came closer, never breaking stride. The darkness hid away in the shadows when the door swung open, letting light flurry into where it was once deprived. Yet Merlin never felt the need to lift his head. He knew from one glance he was a dead man.