NOT TOO SURE
712 Words
"Just close your eyes, Jin, I know
you're feeling tired but you can't die,
not now, not ever."
The voice was cold but soothing, the soft dark hands he felt on his head, was as cold as death, he could see the tears roll down this man's dark cheeks.
"Jin," he mouthed, "Jin you have to
wake up!!!"... Jin woke up sweating
profusely, his head spinning, his eyes
in wreck, his fair, glowing skin was
now red with fear, he could only breath
heavily, his hands finding his long
hair. That dream again He finally
muttered, his voice a shaky symphony.
... Jin Coe, a young fair, handsome
teenager, always had a weird dream
every night, he had mad to stop the
from happening through every means possible. But his riches couldn't save
him, his mind was always a mess.
The dark man suited in
gold armor, the cold stare the fears, the
cold hands, the affection... All made
Jin wondered one thing, if 18 years old
him was going nuts already. Sha-
ring his fear to his friend was
as good as useless, not alone his
best friend Phil who never believed
in superstitions. Phil's words were
always plain and simple. "You're okay,
Dude, don't be silly Jin... You're just
under lots of pressure and stress
lately." He always ended it with
a laugh that said "yo! you are
going nuts!"
Jin had tried literally everything
from charm amulets to cursed
powder, to Realm rings, but still
he would always fall into the
hands of the unknown man.
Finally he climbed out of bed,
his legs collapsing on him, then he
found himself staggering to the
bathroom, his mind in disarray.
His pale red eyes lost its usual
glowing spirit, his black hair, a
mantle of messiness.
As Jin moved, he could see the
fresh lime fruits, hung to his table, - for
protection, and for him to have a sound
sleep - The anger of disappointment
mixed with frustration made him
ponder on how he would be dream-
bound, Could this be a premonition?
The shadowy dark figure in his dreams
was no imagination, It felt real,
like it actually was happening or
perhaps had happened. He kicked
the table with little or no strength,
his eyes, a citadel of numbness.
Enraged with anger, a familiar
sight caught his attention. Perhaps
his last hope, or perhaps his unending disappointment. It was a yellow
card, it was given to him by Colleen, his friend at school who had
recommended he goes to the adress on the card and seek help. She
had assured him that his problems
would be solved but at a great
price, but what was money to the
richest CEO's son.... not when
his sanity was on the line
He grabbed it from the table
His eyes gazing with dead hope
The sadness was bold and clear
"The Death Mansion."
It wasn't bad to at least try, he dropped the book and headed for the bathroom.
He drove quietly to his school
Everyone's attention focused on him
His beauty was out of the world
He had an angelic beauty, his
skin glowing fairly to the radiation of the sun, his simple but
elegant dressing threw the
school into chaos. With his hands
fixed in his pocket, he moved
majestically into the huge
prestige school. He could still
see eyes on him, cameras set
on him. Giggles made for him and
glances thrown at him and he so
loved it, he loved it when he
played God and he was the god
of the school. As he sauntered in with
pride, he felt a cold breeze suddenly brushed him, a particular
footstep suddenly become more
pronounced, the sound of someone
heart its vibration became so
loud, then Jin felt it, that cold
touch...
"Hello?"
The voice jolted Jin
back to life. It was his best
friend Phil, but he felt it, some-
one walked past him, with the same
aura as the blurred shadows firgure, Jin took a peep, amongst
the crowd, he could see the
back view of a man, tall, clothed in cheap suit, his hands dark ,his hair blonde, like the figure, his physique slim but
bewitching, the was no doubt
about it, it was him.
- Writer
