Psycho

PROLOGUE

It'd been hours. Long and eternal hours since silence took over. He sat stiffly in place, his wrist flicking and rotating, giving the weapon a moment to bask in his torturous glory.

His eyes were already puffy and bloodshot as they strained down at the cold hard metal. His grip tightened momentarily just as his mind struggled to remain focused on the plan.

He couldn't quite believe the situation in itself. The gravity of it all was outweighing his sense of reason.

Can I really do this?

His eyes shifted towards the shut door at a corner as his mind reviewed the situation keenly. It was all messed up and incredibly incredulous. His chest pained in agony, tempting to release an anguished screech of help but all he could do was swallow it. He groaned inwardly, shaking his head in disbelief at the situation.

His eyes had been wandering but eventually fixed on the wall. He shot a soft glare at the little clock, watching the slender hand tick and tock, mocking him. Mocking the little time he had left. It was 7:59pm now, one more minute. He gulped absently.

His eyes stung but he knew better than to show them weakness. They were evil and had stripped him of all dignity and worth. They had rended down his defenses. All he was now was unguarded and unprotected but he knew better than to give them a display for show and tell.

His mind was suddenly yanked back to reality as the clock sounded at the strike of eight, it was time. The austere and chilling silence after the click of the clock lasted for only nanoseconds before the shot rang throughout the entire building. He had flinched in place in shock, lingering shudders still leaving him quaking.

It was done, the first phase. All that was left now was his presence. This was his cue.

Here goes

The nervous white haired male took a deep breath, his lips quivering lightly. His mind swarmed with thoughts. Could he escape? Run and never look back? No, he was sure he wouldn't last two steps outside the plan.

He shook his head vigorously, seeming to try to shake off all thoughts. Whether it had worked or not, he didn't know but he still managed to suck in a lungful, trying to gather energy.

A jolt of vim charged to his knees as he managed to hoist what was left of his numb body up from the bed. He took a few seconds to balance his footing before giving the room a slow and steady 360.

The place held memories. Beautiful, painful and even some unforgettable. He sneered lightly, he wouldn't miss this place. He was sure.

His eyes then settled upon the door. The door seemed to stare at him, playing a game of mockery as it dared him to take a step further.

A thick lump of nervous saliva lodged in his throat as he took on the challenge, willing one foot after the other. Each step felt like tiring trudges upon red hot coals of agony. With every step, his lungs appeared to squeeze out air, denying him a fair amount of breath and vigor.

He felt like his entire body would just slump at any moment. His vision blurred, although he couldn't tell if it was as a result of tears or the strain in his chest.