AN: Hello all! I'm finally back with a story! This will be one of my longest phiccs so I hope you enjoy! Currently I have the prologue written (I know it's very short). Based off what ya'll say about this, I'll see if I want to continue or not. I hope you like it!
Angst and Suspense...
~ Prologue ~
Why did I do that.
His shoes contacted the cold stone floor, the pitter-patter echoing throughout the long hallway. His eyes shifted from his shoes to one side of the hall where tall windows sat framed by royal, red curtains. Each drapestry had been tied around the center to allow the morning light to stream in. On the other side of the hall hung large portraits, and all with one specific figure in them. The shadowy figures stared at him, their eyes burning holes into his back. His steps began to slow as the noises grew louder and louder. He stopped walking and stared ahead, crystal blue eyes transfixed in a dissociated state. His body began to sink until he was on his knees.
He made me do it. Just like he made me do them all.
His trembling arms flew up to his ears, shielding them from the outside disturbance. The pounding in his head increased in amplitude until he couldn't take it anymore. A groan escaped his lips as he continued to sit on the floor, hands now groping his hair.
Isn't it wrong?
Their faces flashed before his eyes, leading him to immediately shut them. He could still see them clearly; their painful expressions imprinted in his mind. He tried to shake them free. To make it stop. His lungs screamed for air. His heart raced in his chest, threatening to explode from its cage. Just like himself.
I didn't do that.
Did he find it amusing? Was his only purpose to.. to…
I never wanted this.
His mind was spinning, the dizziness overtaking control of his body. He could feel their agony, the figurative hand at his neck constricting him from breathing. His eyes fluttered to maintain consciousness.
"Daniel?"
It's gone.
"Yes father."
"Get up and go to your room."
"Yes father."
He got up, keeping his head tilted towards the ground. He balled his hands into a fist at his sides in an attempt to cope with his now forming headache. With a swift movement he turned and continued down the hall without glancing back.
This time, his footsteps weren't alone.
They were accompanied by the devil.
AN: Thank you for reading pretty much 400 words. If you enjoyed it or even hated it, please let me know! Follows, reviews, even criticism is much appreciated! Based on what you guys say, I'll continue! Thank you!