alan was sat on the cold brick floor of his room, rocking back and forth as he smeared the dark liquid of his own blood on the blank white wall. he smiled as he painted, blood was still dripping from the gashes on his pale arm.
he was creating the face of a man, the man with the empty eyes, that haunted his dreams every dark night. alan had his eyes closed and he perfectly captured the man's features, he didn't need to see, he had memorized his face. the brown hair that hung over his eyes, the tattooed designs that occupied his whole body . alan drug his rough fingers across the bloody wall, painting the suit and tie he wore and the knife that usually acquainted his long, bony fingers. alan's dark thoughts were interrupted by the faint click of the mans shoes. his eyes shot open, he shouldn't be here yet.
alan quickly stood up, blood was still dripping from his wrists as he sped to the bathroom to find a bandaid. after patching his self-inflicted wounds, alan leaped into his makeshift bed on the floor and pulled the blanket over his shaking body. "oh sweet alan, you know you cannot hide from me. come on alan, come out to play." alan winced as the man spoke to him.
it has been twenty minutes since the man arrived prematurely in alan's room. alan was sitting by the wall again, rocking back and forth with his knees tightly against his chest. the man just stood in the corner, watching the shaking ginger with his head tilted slightly. alan began muttering nonsense to himself, but then the muttering turned to speaking, which turned to yelling, then to screaming at the top of his voice. the sound of his screams and shrieks echoed off the walls and made the man retract into his place in the corner, shrinking slightly back against the wall.
alan suddenly stopped his actions as the man pulled him up by his matted hair. he had never touched alan before, only with his voice. alan's eyes widened, but he wasn't scared,not in the least. he smiled slightly and slowly crept his blood-caked hands to stroke the man's cheek tenderly. the man's soulless eyes widened as alan cupped his face in his blood-stained hand. alan closed his eyes for a second. he gasped as he heard the usual voice in his head, but this time it spoke a name.
" austin."
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Horror(lower case intentional) alan smiled wickedly as he pressed the cold metal of the gun to his temple. his smile grew as he placed his shaking finger to the trigger. he parted his lips for one last word. "bang"
