Disorder

"Your n-not supposed to be here." My brain scolds me for stuttering but, I couldn't breath properly. He smirks.

"Niether are you. But.......Here we are." He says gesturing around the room. He slaps his hands on his knees and sighs leaning his head back.

"Whats your name?" He asks his eyes still closed.

I stay silent.

"You know, it's common courtesy to answer when someone asks a question." He says. Chuckling to himself.

I still don't answer.

"Well, then why are you in here?" He asks looking at me. I probably looked like a deer in the headlights.

"Has my perfection rendered you speechless? Well.......what can I say.....I am art sent from God." He says.

"Nyl. My name is Nyl Waydeson." He says.

A/N: MY STORY, YOU STEAL IT, YOUR DEAD END OF STORY. IF YOU GET INSPIRED BY IT, THEN I'M FLATTERED, BUT WRITE IT DIFFERENT. Yes, this seems cliche but it's not. Get throughout the first chapter and it gets good, the first part is basically what every day life was until you know, the trigger for the entire story.