His eyes began to faze in and out as he stared at the object.
This object that controlled his life now.
Where he lived.
Who he associated with.
Who lived.
Who died.
His past. His present. His future.
Kevin began to tear up as he could no longer take the sight of the DemonTablet. An anger grew inside of him, flaming from his core to the very tips of his fingers.
He used to be in charge of everything. He use to imagine the world at his fingertips. Kevin had had everything; the grades, the girl, and most importantly his pride.
He had been dragged into this prophet life. He hadn't asked for it, he hadn't wanted it. Yet here he was, having sat in a cold, hard metal chair for hours upon hours staring at a chunk of rock that held his destiny in its hands.
Kevin suddenly stood up, the chair falling backwards towards the floor. He leaned a hand against the tablet and the other against his forehead, taking in spastic breaths.
In through the nose. One.
Out through the mouth. Two.
Repeat.
Once Kevin had slowed his breathing down, he stood up straight as a pin with the tablet in the palms of his hands.
"I refused to be controlled by you," he murmured.
Kevin let the rough word of God fall to the ground, grinning at the cacophony that ensued when the tablet crashed apart into slivers of meaningless letters and dust.
