AN: This was a gift fic I posted on Ao3. Well, still is a gift fic, but I don't know if this person is on FFN or not haha. My goal for this fanfic is to update once a month but if I miss a monthly update I'll have make up for it come time for the next update.
Also this is tentatively T for now as nothing has happened that is M rated violence wise. This might change later on, though. I also have violence warnings at the end of relevant chapters if you need them.
Anyways, enjoy!
Something's wrong.
He feels it in his bones.
Something's wrong.
He creeps forwards, light dim overhead.
Something is wrong.
The bowl of the sink is faintly stained while his hands grip only white porcelain.
Something.
His breathing quivers. Red drips into the basin below, splattering against the stains. A mirror hangs before him.
Is.
He doesn't look.
Wrong.
But he doesn't have to.
That something breathes down his neck, the air warm and moist against his skin. Sean breathes in tandem with it. Against his will.
Slowly, against better judgement, he looks up and sees the red staining his lips and chin as it streams from his nose. He sees his own blue eyes, bloodshot and rimmed with dark circles. But he only lingers on these things for a few moments. Just a few.
It's the black eyes that he focuses on; they stare at him from behind, cold and unfeeling. As he stares into that gaze, something icy cold grips his chest. His breathing shudders. It's suffocating.
His legs buckle out from under him and he hits the floor.
Just before he passes out a distorted laugh, his laugh, echoes in his head.
Darkness consumes him.