Traces of Sand (R18)

PROLOGUE

Prologue

LIFELESS

And again for the nth time he woke up from his nightmares. He shouted the moment he woke up but no one can hear him, his voice was tiny not even himself can hear. Drops of sweat were dripping all over his face, his lips were thin and pale it was as if his blood escaped his body. His breathing becomes rigged. He tried to escape the sound of horror but no! His eyes won't close.

He hum himself as his mind was occupied with the soft silence that covered his ears but then again every time he closes his eyes vision of her keep popping like non stop it was a nightmare seeing her, seeing in another man's arm

He shifted his position because he was uncomfortable of it. He tightly hug one of his pillows and silently prayed murmuring every wish every day he'd ask but he was an unlucky man not did his wish became true, but he was left himself dying in his sickness he felt.

His body was crumpled in so much anticipation to pain he was starving to it, he consider it as his only medication to calm himself down but he can't control himself anymore he stood up and hurriedly went to the kitchen.Buried deep underneath those folds of skin was the pain he's trying to feel he was in too much numb he can't feel the tingle of his blood as it run and gathered on his floor. 

"I'm a weakling" he said to himself the knife he was holding slipped through his hands. The long banging sound covered the whole house as it touch the wet floor and splash the blood that covered it. 

His depression is consuming him slowly eating him like a huge prey that needed to be eaten pretty careful. "I don't wanna go back there" he whispered to himself again and tightly close his fist not even bothered by his fresh wounds but it was too late seconds had pass darkness welcomed him as he was out of breath he hail death as it let him enter.