Chris woke up with a heavy head. He couldn’t even remember how he fell asleep. He feels wasted even though he didn’t drink. The first thing he did as soon as he got up is to check his phone. He was expecting for any update but he didn’t get any. He heaved a sigh, it’s just like the first weeks when he was waiting for any updates on his parents’ case to come up.
He’s getting so tired of this set up.
People would give him hope then makes him wait and then something will be up and they will be back to square one again. The cycle continues. He waited enough.
“I’m tired.” He mumbled. He’s tired in every aspect possible. He went downstairs to eat. He doesn’t have the energy to, nor that he sees any reason to but he’s still human. He has to eat so he could survive for the mean time.
“I thought you die on your sleep.” Chris’ face immediately soured. Seeing Damien early in th
Kurt couldn't concentrate on class. Chris didn’t show up on class again and it’s worrying him to death. He already flooded him with messages but Chris didn’t reply to any of his chats. He impatiently tapped his foot as he discreetly checked his phone for any reply. He didn’t know why but he’s getting more and more anxious as time slowly passed by.“What’s happening to you Chris?” he mumbles. They just talked yesterday, and Chris even said that he’ll explain why he has to go already today.Kurt is already losing his mind. Something feels off and he just knows it.He checked his phone again after the teacher turned his head to write something in the board. His eyes widened, Chris finally replied!“Happy Birthday Kurt. Thank you for everything.” He read the message. Kurt felt a pang in his chest.“No…” he mumbled and stood. Everyone's eyes went to him when he
Kurt impatiently waited for the bus to arrive at its designated stop. He would run towards Chris’ house if he needs to, but he knows that commuting will be lot faster. He dashed his way out of the bus and towards Chris’s house. He even bumped to some people because of his rush.He kept on calling Chris on his way but his phone is already turned off.“What is wrong with you?!” he exclaimed as he catches his breath. He’s still trying to walk as fast as he can. Kurt eventually arrived at Chris’ house, he pressed the doorbell numerous times but no one responded. Kurt’s heart is beating fast, both from running like crazy and from worry. He sighed, he has no other choice then. He punched the passcode to open the gates. It was disclosed to him by Chris ages ago.He run towards the front door and he found it open. He pushed the door and entered inside.“Chris.” He called but no one responded, “Chris wher
He feels like falling, no, he is really falling.Chris extended his hand, trying to grab anything to save himself but all he could grasp is darkness. He anticipated death but he felt his back hit something soft instead. He opened his eyes, quickly got up and scanned the place. He is currently sitting on a king sized bed, in a room painted red and black.Sounds of laughter echoed the room, like two people are having the time of their lives. Chris tried searching for the source of the voice but failed, and also realized that the room has no doors or any way out.Panic started hitting his system, “Who is that?” He asked but the voices continued laughing and this time, more people are laughing until it is incomprehensible.It was simply maddening.The voices started to get louder every passing second. Chris tried getting out of the bed but a pair of arms emerged from the bed and grabbed him by the neck. He is pinned back to the bed
Two days have passed. Chris is already bothered because he can't contact both his parents. He’s been trying to message them but he got no response after his mother said that they have an emergency meeting so they will come home late. It’s not the first time that it happened, but he’s feeling odd this time. He has to make sure that they are okay.“You look so scared. They always do this, aren’t you used to it yet?” The demon taunted him like it always does but there’s something about the demon’s tone today that worries Chris more. He didn’t stop dialing his mother’s number but all he receives are system generated response.He sighed and sat back on his bed after getting tired of pacing back and forth.“Maybe they are in an important meeting? But they usually call or text when they can’t go home…” Chris immediately picked up his phone after he heard a message notification
‘So this is how it feels…’Random thoughts kept lingering on Chris’ mind, as if someone else is controlling it. He sees several memories, some happy, and most are the saddest moments of his life. He closed his eyes. He could almost feel every moment again, like it is currently happening.Chris is being embraced by the demon or at least, that’s how Chris perceives it. He was being enveloped by the demon’s darkness. He doesn’t feel any physical pain, only the utter silence and coldness which he unusually feels refuge. He thinks it was ridiculous, he really thought that the demon would bite him or anything similar to feed on him.His mind starts to wander, he wanted to see them more. Even though he is well aware that it was all in the past. He simply wanted to see them again; alive and smiling at each other like all other “head-over-heels to each other” couples. He missed it, how long has it been since
“I’ll kill them.” Chris muttered, purely out of blind anger. He checked the documents once again. He couldn’t grasp the entirety of his parents’ work but he is certain that they are killed because of it.“Heh, you should see them first before you do that.” Damien materialized beside him and handed over his phone, “Someone called you earlier when you are all frantic searching for the truth. The man over the phone told me that he's a close friend of your parents, from the company they are working from.” The demon grinned after seeing Chris’ reaction. There is obvious distrust in his eyes, he now sees everyone as an adversary.“You talked to them? What did you tell them about you?” Chris had to ask, he simply can’t explain Damien’s existence to people.The demon rolled his eyes, “I told them the simplest lie, that I’m your friend. What, do you really think I would go aro
“Please take your seats.” The man inside said. Chris politely sat, he’s not nervous as he was earlier but he still can’t do eye contact to any of them. He is afraid that he would reveal every weakness he has the moment he meets their eyes. “Welcome to Fantasia, Chris. It’s your first time going here, am I right?” The man greeted. He only sees the man in internet pictures, the CEO and founder of Fantasia Co., Henry Davis. Chris estimated that the man is already in his early 60’s. From the articles that he had read in the past, he is known to be a generous man. The company always does numerous charity events, environmental campaigns and all sorts. But it’s a lot different now that he’s facing the CEO. He looks very intimidating even with the old age. “My mother brought me here once, but it was for a short time. It was back when they just got employed.” Chris answered in detail. He remembered being introduced to other employees but he can’t recall their faces an
“Chris.” Kurt immediately approached his friend. Chris stood and welcomed the newcomers. He could see his other classmates arriving one by one. Chris figured that they came here as soon as the class dismissal since they are still wearing their uniform. It was his parents’ wake which is organized by Henry, just like what he promised. The same man that escorted him arrived to his house again, fetched him then brought him in the funeral parlor. It’s been hours but he didn’t dare looking at his parents from the casket. He knew that he would cry again so he chose not to. He still had to accept visitors. He haven’t seen the demon today, he assumes that Damien sees this event as boring. He is thankful too, because he wouldn’t have to deal with his daily dose of taunting. “Our condolences, Chris. Our adviser also said that she will come later.” One of his classmates, their class president spoke. Chris smiled, it didn’t reach his eyes but he’s trying to be as