Title: Accidental Silhouettes
Chapter Two: Write
The compulsion was heavy, and he was his pen's own slave.
It was something he had not realized at first, and as the days began to roll on, a fact that remained unapparent under the paper's blinding spell. After awhile, he would find himself doodling tiny names (names he did not know, and yet remembered none the same) in random places and tracing kanji on dull surfaces caught beneath his meticulous hands, and silently cringing to himself.
Was it an addiction or something even darker than such a word could imply?
Death had never seemed so cruel until that moment.