Rising Fascination

Fading

SO I REALIZED JUST NOW THR LAST CHAPTER ACTUALLY WASN'T FINISHED AND I UPLOADED THE WRONG FILE AJXJJSSJ my bad, anyway here's the REAL chapter (it starts out the same but it's longer lol) I hope you enjoy!! I'll be taking down the other chapter soon since uploading that one was a mistake lol, anyway!

This is my first on going story so pacing may be weird but I'm really excited to work on this project!!!

He ran through the fields.

The golden grass sways gently in the breeze, a small hand extends to brush over the tops tickling his palm.

The sun hitting against it matched his hair, he thought.

His hair was just as golden as the nature that surrounded him.

At least that's what his brother told him, he believed it.

Something about what was all around him at this exact moment set some kind of peace in him.

He felt calm.

Suddenly darkness clouded his vision and he wasn't standing in the gentle grass anymore.

His bare feet didn't feel the kind, soft earth beneath anymore. His skin was touching a wooden stool, wrapped around his neck was a rough material.

After a quick realization, it was rope. Wrapped around his tiny neck was a noose, his blue eyes scanned the scene frantically.

Taking in what was around him was overwhelming, the chanting from the crowd filled with anger and fear.

His eyes darted to look to the right to see a man, the stool he was standing on was suddenly kicked out from under him leaving nothing but air between his feet and the ground beneath him. Just before the rope tightened around his neck he-

Alfred sat up with a sharp gasp as the alarm on his phone began to blare. His hand runs over his forehead then through his hair.

Sweat ran down his back, his entire body felt like it was melting. As he steadied out his breathing, he grabbed his plain shirt and pulled at it several times to let cooler air pass over his skin.

The sensation was relieving, making him more in touch with reality and feeling more awake.

Once more aware of his surroundings he managed to reach over to his phone and turn off the alarm that was still going off.

Squinting as he looked at the time, it read 5:37 am.

He groaned, legs swinging over the side of the bed and setting his cell on the bedside table again.
Dragging his feet against the wooden floorboards of his bedroom he made his way to his bathroom. Turning on the water, he began to undress himself, tossing the clothes into a hamper.

Typically he would reuse his pajama clothes, it made sense. They weren't dirty and he only wore them to sleep, but lately his laundry had been more frequent.

A dry hand slipped into the stream of water to test the temperature, deeming it warm enough he stepped in letting the drops hit against his skin.

It was one of the more calming parts of his morning, being able to shower off the sweat from the night before and feel more at ease with himself. The nightmares he'd been having were getting more frequent, too much for his own liking. His dreams were not always bad, honestly more often than not they were good. Still, that doesn't change that they always ended the same. Waking up drenched in sweat and feeling overwhelmingly terrified for his life.

Alfred had no idea why, but for a month this is what his mornings had been like.

Needless to say he wasn't a fan.