The Fantasy

Frank wandered down the winding corridors of the school; his footsteps echoing through the halls as an eery silence hung in the air. Darkness had finally fallen, the night writhing its seductive body across the sky as dark clouds covered the moon.

He was alone now and had been for some time. Bitting his nails, his mind began to race from one thought to the next. He knew he shouldn't have come tonight. He knew this was a mistake when he stormed out of his house, leaving her crying and terrified for her sons life. Perhaps he had been a little too hard on her this time, she was his mother after all.

She only ever wanted the best for him.

He makes his way slowly down the corridor, his body seeming to be nothing more than a shapeless shadow in the dark. His face painted with the colours of joy to hide the pain and anger that coursed through his veins, that haunted and clawed at his mind every waking moment

Of course, there is no joy for this young man. Not anymore.

He stops suddenly, staring up at a large brown door that stood before him. Maybe this was a mistake, maybe he shouldn't of come tonight. Frank sighed, quickly turning to leave when the sound of footsteps began to move closer to the door, growing louder with each step. He froze, fear rising in the pit of his stomach. There was no escaping this. Not anymore.

"Frankie?" A voice asked softly, making his blood run cold; he should never have come tonight. The door slowly creaked open, revealing a tall, slender man in the centre of the door way, a twisted grin perched upon his pallid face as he combed his black hair off his face with his hand. Frank turned to face him, his heart thudding in his chest as the man slowly beckoned him inside, grinning as he quietly clicked the door shut.

He was all his tonight

Notes

Hi so this is a taster of what's to come, let me know if you think I should continue

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