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A/N: Hi! This chapter is going to be a short little prologue that gives
background information about the darkness going on in Ken's life. Enjoy.
Please R/R/!
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Prologue: The Threshold of Darkness.
As each day passed, as time went on, Ken Ichijouji found it harder and harder to ignore what he had been feeling for a long time. He sat in his room and looked outside his bleak little window to what was taking place outside: Children were playing in the park, playfully laughing as they ran around consuming the sweet, fresh air. Teenage boys were holding hands with their girlfriends, as they took a brisk walk in the park. Ken suddenly turned away from this vision of what his life had used to be, and looking at his own reflection, silently wondered what he couldn't figure out. What is wrong with me?
There had been a time when Ken remembered true happiness. It was the time when...distant memories flooded Ken's mind as he wondered if he had ever been truly happy. Well, that happiness was no more. For now Ken's life was so full of pain and sadness and loneliness...he was nearing the breaking point. He wanted to kill himself, or run away, anything that would prevent him from waking up with this terrible depression consuming him day by day. He had dreams, nightmares, that sometimes left him curled up alone in the middle of the night, crying, vulnerable to the world and his surroundings. These dreams consisted of a single dark fortress in which Ken would run to. The powerful, eerie voice would trap Ken all around, telling Ken that he was worthless, that Sam died because of him, that no one wanted him..He was better off dead... "NOOOO!" Ken had awoken with a start, shaking and crying uncontrollably. He hated being alone. He was tired of the grief consuming him and preventing him from living a normal life. Ken didn't want to hurt himself, for he was scared of death, and the pain it might cause the people around him, if any. He...he wanted only one thing. "Please..I'm sick of being alone. I feel so weak..p-please...I need a friend.." At that last statement, Ken passed out, overwhelmed with fear. To be continued.
A/N: That's it! Hope you enjoyed it! Please R/R!
As each day passed, as time went on, Ken Ichijouji found it harder and harder to ignore what he had been feeling for a long time. He sat in his room and looked outside his bleak little window to what was taking place outside: Children were playing in the park, playfully laughing as they ran around consuming the sweet, fresh air. Teenage boys were holding hands with their girlfriends, as they took a brisk walk in the park. Ken suddenly turned away from this vision of what his life had used to be, and looking at his own reflection, silently wondered what he couldn't figure out. What is wrong with me?
There had been a time when Ken remembered true happiness. It was the time when...distant memories flooded Ken's mind as he wondered if he had ever been truly happy. Well, that happiness was no more. For now Ken's life was so full of pain and sadness and loneliness...he was nearing the breaking point. He wanted to kill himself, or run away, anything that would prevent him from waking up with this terrible depression consuming him day by day. He had dreams, nightmares, that sometimes left him curled up alone in the middle of the night, crying, vulnerable to the world and his surroundings. These dreams consisted of a single dark fortress in which Ken would run to. The powerful, eerie voice would trap Ken all around, telling Ken that he was worthless, that Sam died because of him, that no one wanted him..He was better off dead... "NOOOO!" Ken had awoken with a start, shaking and crying uncontrollably. He hated being alone. He was tired of the grief consuming him and preventing him from living a normal life. Ken didn't want to hurt himself, for he was scared of death, and the pain it might cause the people around him, if any. He...he wanted only one thing. "Please..I'm sick of being alone. I feel so weak..p-please...I need a friend.." At that last statement, Ken passed out, overwhelmed with fear. To be continued.
A/N: That's it! Hope you enjoyed it! Please R/R!