SO... new idea influence by the Vocaloid song Candy Psychologist? or something along those lines... Anyway this is a nice prologue. All OOC-ness was intended enjoy and my older stories will be undated soon!

Everyday your normal routine:

You wake up at 7:30 AM and no later, you get up from your single bed and go into the single en-suite bathroom. You pick up your toothbrush squeeze a pea size amount of toothpaste onto it and brush for three minutes exactly and rinse. Shedding the long pyjamas, folding them and putting them onto the side step you get into the shower to wash. Upon getting out you dry and taking your pyjamas you go into the bedroom, placing them on the pillow before straightening out the bed sheets, afterwards you go to the wardrobe and dress for work.

Once dressed you will go into the main room of the apartment and head for the kitchen eating a large healthy breakfast of your choosing and you are ready to leave by 8:45 am.

You take your vitamin

You go straight for work and obey your boss, completing all tasks done before clocking off and heading home. You greet your flatmate and ask about his day, listen and respond before suggesting or agreeing to going into the living area. You watch the news and then cook dinner, eating together in a civilized manner talking about what was seen on the news a little before washing up.

You retire to bed at 9:00PM.

You will not question this Utopia. You will be content in your life. You will not remember these words that were spoken to you but you will remember the routine they detail.

-Within the walls of my mind is my own paradise-

It was strange. He had never thought about it before. Across from him was his flatmate slowly and silently eating his breakfast. Brunette hair, green eyes, Spanish by Origin but was born in this city, at least he thought he was. He didn't question it.

He himself had brown hair, amber eyes and was Italian by Origin but was born in this city. At least that's what he thought. He didn't question it.

And that was the thing. That's what he found strange. He didn't question it, all his life he has gone along with everything. He said all his life he meant since the first day he moved into the flat with Antonio; the name of his flatmate. What had he done before that day? Lived with his parents? Who were they and where are they now? Did he have brothers and sisters? Why had he never questioned this?

It was a little frustrating.

"Lovino? Are you feeling ok?" He looked up to meet the indifferent gaze of Antonio. Lovino began to consider the same of the Spaniard. He suddenly wanted to ask and pry the information from the thick concrete like fog that lay heavy on his mind.

"I'm fine" he replied, a slightly snap in his voice he never knew he possessed before. Antonio nodded accepting the answer and finished his cereal glancing at the clock, the Italian questioning such action looked up to the plain analogue clock face that rested above the refrigerator. The large and small hand arranged themselves showing it to be a quarter to the hour of nine. Both men at the table automatically dug into their pockets and retrieved pill bottles placing one in the centre of their hands. Lovino looked up noticing that Antonio's was blue compared to his red but there was little time to contemplate it. The pill was placed on his tongue and fell easily down his thought.

The rest of the day was a grey blur.

Can people let me know what they think please it helps me write~