ART COVER INSPIRED BY: nmuurder ON INSTAGRAM
Extra details (smoke, ash, words, etc.) by: me
Y/N is a detective, who is currently attempting to solve a case. Someone has burnt down a building and killed multiple people and their loved ones. That pe...
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Clay wouldn't speak another word, so I walked over to my dusty, stained bed and laid down. The mattress had no bed frame supporting it above the floor, so I had to find a way to lie down without using my cuffed hands. There was no reason for me to be cuffed, but here I am. With a thump, me and my mind drifted to sleep.
A bright light, much like the sun, glares through my closed eyelids. I attempted to cover my face, but turned to my side to avoid doing too much work. Something was different. The bed was much comfier than it was a few minutes ago, and I was much warmer. I felt less back and joint pain. It was like I was cured from my sinful life. Not to mention the temperature change as well, my face felt much less dry too. I felt young again.
The soft, comforting blanket was pulled off of me as I was about to fall asleep once more. I grew agitated at the sudden cool wind, but soon realized that I was still in this dream-land place. I opened my eyes, waiting for them to focus properly. But it was weird, the only times my eyes were this blurry was when I was a child. Over time, my eyes became stronger. Where am I?
"Get up," A deep gravelly voice said. "You're going to be late for your session."
Sitting up slowly, I ask, "What session?"
The man towering over me frowned. He was wearing a black coat with a hood covering his face, on the edges of his clothing, there was a bright maroon lining. Near the middle of his coat, there was even more maroon. This shade is much more endearing, and unsettling at the same time. I soon realized that it was blood.
I look back at the man. In his face-shadow, I could tell that he was wearing rectangular shaped glasses. Their lenses reflected the incoming light, letting me see his eyes that were a mixed colour of red and brown. "No time for jokes. These sessions are too important to miss, Jacobs."
He patted my shoulder gently, and began to walk to the end of my bed while folding the dark purple blanket. I took this as an opportunity to engulf my surroundings. The room was big, but not too big. It was large enough to fit one or two small pools, that was for sure. If the tiny rideable cars and cabinets were removed, it wouldn't be a problem. Although the room was very organized and clean. There was an unnerving feeling about everything I was seeing. It all felt so familiar. Too familiar.
"What did I say, Jacobs?" The man said, the blanket now resting beside me on the small bed. The aura around the man kept changing, it was almost as if he was not in the right mind.
"I'll go now," I look down at my body. I was wearing a one piece pyjama suit, with a zipper line running down to my belly button. In the center of the onesie, there was a lime green swirling symbol. I was left distraught, but there was a very strong feeling that kept telling me to get out of there. "I need to brush my teeth."
It was very nerve racking to hop off the bed and walk out of the room. I could just feel the man not taking his eyes off of me. And as I turned the door handle, I looked over my shoulder to see the anonymous figure stare at me, threateningly. Quickly, I pulled the door open and shut it closed right as I stepped foot out of the room. My whole body quivered as I took my second step.
