@sixthtm / plotted starter !!
the darkness of the room stretched on and on, it was never-ending. the depths of the darkness was filled with faces – ghosts that shifted their way through the darkness as easily as one swims through a lake. they reveled in the darkness of his room – cherished the fact that his father was a cruel man.
his blanket was tugged as far around himself as he could get it, praying that it would serve as a protective layer between himself & them. their faces twisted, amusement curling on evil lips. they were taunting him. ‘ are you scared ? ‘ one would ask, and then another would follow it with, ‘ you should be ! ‘ and then they’d laugh. in sync. it was their pattern. they loved to torment him.
heart raced within his chest, far faster than should be humanly possible and he can feel his terror building with very new laugh – with every new face that appears in front of him. he can see them even with his eyes closed. especially with his eyes closed. every time he allowed his hues to appear, they would lurch forward. prepared with a whole new act to terrorize him with.
this time, he does scream. a shrill scream that echoed off the walls around him. causing them to laugh even louder and he’s certain that he’s going to die. he can barely hear reginald’s voice in the back of his mind. faint, but there. ‘ they cannot touch you, four, do not fear what cannot even harm you. ‘ it was the most reassuring thing his father had ever said to him & yet.. now, in the end? it did nothing to calm his fears.
his door flies open then, footsteps echoing. a light appears and the ghosts hiss, fading back into the corners. waiting for the light to fade so they can appear once more to torture him. swallowing back a choked sob, he squeezes his eyes closed, burying his head under his covers. please be ben… please be ben.. he’s begging whatever the hell is out there not to let his other siblings see him in such a state.
