Author's Note:
Hey folks, just to let you know (again) that I really don't mess about with the archive warnings. This story will contain gore and scenes of a sensitive nature.
So with the extra warning out of the way, let's get straight into the story.
Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Reflection
Swallowing back the wave of anxiety with an overdose of sleeping pills, he had hoped to fall into the peaceful and intoxicating black blanket of death...
Never to wake up again.
But this was not to be.
His eyes opened again to the painfully bright light of life. It shone down on him, highlighting the fractured mirror of his own past and blinding him to the small shards of joy that he once had. In the shadows of death, he could no longer hide and was forced to look at the reflection that lay before him...
Shell-shocked memories of twisted flesh and gunpowder lay amongst the broken glass. The reflections were too clear and the cold, white light was too much to bear...
Hands pressed down on his chest in a steady motion. A futile attempt to bring him back.
From within the mirror of his past, distorted faces leered back at him; their teeth sharp shards...
The soft blanket of death came again and blocked out the piercing light.
Chapter 2. Coming soon:
17/06/2019