First Fic Alert! I am rather nervous about posting my first ever fic! Alas! an author I am not, so please be gentle.
Disclaimer: If I invented Bleach I would be very rich, I am not rich, therefore I did not invent Bleach.
Now I got you in my space,
I won't let go with you,
Got you shackled in my embrace,
I'm latching on to you.
'Latch' by Disclosure
Come with me girl…
Orihime sat bolt upright in her bed.
Darkness. It was always dark. The moon was the only company in this barren world but the darkness had conspired with it long ago, casting long, distorted shadows about the room which warped into terrifying monsters creeping up her wall. Watching. Waiting.
Orihime shuddered and hugged her knees to her chest. There was no escape.
Death. Death was everywhere. The stench flooded through the window, seeped through the walls and radiated from the floor like poison. Lingering. Decaying.
Orihime clamped her eyes shut to drown out the terror but she knew it would come for her eventually. Her head suddenly turned towards the door. Footsteps were approaching. A hard clicking echoing on the cold marble floor in the corridor outside. They were getting nearer. Orihime scrambled closer to the wall, clasping her sheet close to her chest. The footsteps continued to get closer. Orihime was shaking. The footsteps stopped outside her door and the door began to slowly slide open. She screamed.
Evil. Entering.
