Red Flag (ON HOLD)

Prologue

Anxiety is considered as a disorder and it's in everyone's possession, but there's different levels to this mental illness; either one's anxiety is high or low. There's many symptoms to it and it is also known as a syndrome because of its ability to occur altogether at once. This is an incurable disability. This is why we have double thoughts, negativity, and especially depression, which is the reason everything we do is limited because it plays with everyone's mind. Humans, animals, but what about countries. All along that unanswered question crawled in every corner of his mind. He who is currently suffering from the said disorder because of his older brother's harsh words, he who thought he has anxiety but not very certain of it.

Gulping pained him as though there's something in his throat; it gets harder and harder to breathe every passing moment, causing his breathing to become uneven. He was seated in the corner of his room without any sign of light, curled up into a ball as he rests his forehead on his knees. His hyperventilation is the only sound available. Droplets of liquid fluid damped his pants; his tears almost looked like mineral cascading from a waterfalls as soft whimpers escapes from him despite the effort he did to keep it under-control.

A vague whisper from his mind echoed as he gripped tighter onto his clothing. The voice irritated him, even though he couldn't make out the words. The volume of the voice started to get louder than before and the words are getting clearer every minute, making him cover his ears vigorously with his palms. He grit his teeth to avoid shouting because he knew it's mocking him.

"Pathetic." It was the last and only word he understood. It felt so real as if an actual person directly told him. Curiosity defeated him even though he already knew he's the only individual in the room; that was what he thought.

His eyes widened, horror was written all over his face, his whole body trembled from what he witnessed. He was still as if petrified, he looked like an abandoned child left in the blizzard to freeze alone, shivering lightly as a tear drips on his cheek; it looks as if he's going to shatter any minute. He wanted to scream for help just like he usually do but fear prevents him from doing so. He never felt so horrified in his whole life, he couldn't even move a muscle. He closed his eyes, the hopes of it being an illusion was in him, begging that it was only a figment of his imagination.

After calming himself down, he then opened his eyes and saw a hand. He stared at it for a second before his sight travelled up to see who the limb belong to. Red-violet orbs coldly welcomed him, they glistened in the dark when a smile so mad broke to utter, "Let's form an alliance."