LET'S GET FRESH

the black door.

Tried, but I can't deny you.

** FIGHTING, PANIC, HORROR **

"Sadness," 

     Mitch whispered under his breath, blush-colored lips moving to close. He didn't enjoy that sensation, not at all. He felt as though the world around him was heavy, like a water-soaked cloth, and he needed so desperately to wring it out. Scott could sense Mitch's concern, knowing very well that this mythical boy had never been exposed to such a thing as sadness before- Maybe. Perhaps he had, but Scott wouldn't know about it.

"Yeah, Mitch- Sadness. I didn't want to have to- To have to expose you to that. It was such a down-trodden moment in my life; I didn't mean to bring you down like this," Scott replied, hoping the things he had to say weren't making it worse. 

     However, he was wrong. The brunette took a long, deep breath, letting it out with a quaking shudder. The world, their imaginary world, together- It felt different. Different, and wrong. The very fibers of Mitch's beautiful attire, even, seemed to tremble with fright. The painted boy, painted with no intentions other than love, and joy, was being exposed to something new- Anxiety. It nearly closed his throat, caused him to breathe just a little more shortly, a little more loudly. The tick-tock of his heart seemed to do so more quickly. 

     "Mitch-.." Scott said quietly, taking his hand. The boy quickly pulled away, wishing not to involve the blonde in the feelings coursing through his body. The tick-tock only grew faster as Mitch looked to the other, his eyes watering with thin, blue tears. Anxiety had been buried deep, deep in his body, but now that it had been unlocked due to what he saw, it was nearly out of control. After all of this, came the draw. A tempting, dark feeling filled the boy's chest, causing him to rise to his feet, and walk out of the red room. 

     "Mitchy?" Scott asked delicately, getting up to follow him- Only to be shocked by what he saw. The paradise that was Mitch's world had developed something new, something dark and worrying that Scott didn't even think was possible, in such a world of beauty and simplicity. 

     A door. Sure, those existed all over the place in Mitch's world, but this one was particularly different in its own special way. The wood of the door was a deep, black color. It seemed so heavy, looming with an odd sort of darkness and evil that nothing else, in this entire fantasy world, could contain. Perhaps that was why it existed- It was to keep this world safe. But not before Mitch was able to open it. 

     As if in a trance, Mitch walked over to the door, his heeled boots being the only noise in this hallway, this ominous corridor. Scott felt like he should be making noise, calling for Mitch, screaming at him to get away from the door and to come back to him- But he couldn't. The silence was choking. Overwhelming. Hypnotizing. It was absolutely deafening, until Mitch pulled that heavy, ebony door open. 

     Immediately, the first thing that could be seen was the tar. Black, thick, and stringy, it hung between the open door, and whatever room was inside. Then, came the smell. Unimaginable, like a mixture of sulfur and metal. Scott could feel his voice in his throat once again, calling for Mitch as the hallway seemed to stretch, grow longer and separate the two. It nearly swirled, giving the illusion that Mitch was standing on the ceiling, and then it spiraled down to become the floor. The door was sucking the boy away, whispering to him, taunting him to enter the dark room and become lost forever in this world of despair, this world of suffering. 

     That was when the blonde knew he had to take action. He lunged forward, running further into the hallway as it grew deeper, darker. Hands with long fingernails seemed to reach out of the door, gripping to the frame and reaching for Mitch. The pleading and persuading continued, so Mitch took one step forward, into a puddle of tar. It immediately began to coil up the tall sole of his shoe, when Scott was able to grab his arm. 

     "Mitch, you are coming with me, right now!" He exclaimed, talking over the tempting voices that soon encroached his brain. Scott reached over, gripping the black door's handle and starting to push it closed. His bright blue eyes squeezed shut as he ignored the loudly-growing pleading, to keep the door open. The tar retracted back through the door frame as Scott slammed it shut, immediately using the new-found ability of Visualization to keep the door closed, and then make it disappear. 

     Once the hallway retracted to what it had been before, Scott turned the brunette's face towards him, his fingers gently holding onto his chin. Mitch's eyes were glazed over, streaks of blue tears dripping down his face. It was the first time he had come face-to-face with the depths of his world, and he never wanted to see it again. 

     "Mitch.." Scott said so gently, leaning down and placing a kiss upon his parted lips, and then another. The boy blinked a few times, rubbing his face before clinging to Scott. 

     "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let it get that bad, there was no reason for it to get that bad.. I didn't want you to have to see that. I didn't even want to have to see that," He blubbered, hiding his face in Scott's shoulder. 

     "Hey, hey. It's okay," Scott replied, taking Mitch's hand and gently moving along with him to the paradise-room once again, seeing painted birds of many colors fly and caw above their heads. "You're away from it now, and I got it to go away, I think. You're safe." 

     The boy held onto Scott, a gentle sigh of relief coursing through his veins- Until the tick-tock grew loud in his ears. 

     "Twenty-four hours," Mitch whispered, blinking his eyes and looking down. "That's it." 

     "That's it, for what?" The other replied, although he had a feeling - But, God, it couldn't be true. He denied that it was what Mitch was hinting at, even though it was the only thing that would make sense. Before Mitch was even able to say a single word, tears brimmed in the blueness of his eyes. The painted boy, who he was soon enamored by, would only be in his grasp for so long. He would only be able to be with Scott for just a little bit of time ...

     "We have twenty-four hours together, Scott. That's it."