Please note: This is just something I wrote on the spur of the moment late at night. I'm not sure what to call it or what to do with it. I'm considering using it as a prolouge to something new. I'd love feedback on everything. Mainy if it was engaging enough and whether my writing is actually strong enough for a prolouge. Thanks!
Sometimes there is one image that is so burnt into your mind that it haunts you in your sleep as well as your waking hours. It’s tattooed onto your brain and will remain there until another image or sound replaces it; pushing it out with a force that you have no control over. It feeds on your sanity, hiding behind each blink of your eyes and every dark corner. No amount of tears can shift this image, though many people often try to wash it away. It may come to be that you believe the image to be gone – it may not appear for many settings of the sun. Then, BAM, it’s there when you least expect it, dragging you back in time.
The image will not relent.
The image will not disappear.
It weaves itself into your subconscious, so it may creep up on you at any time. Each occasion that it appears you hear the pump of your own blood, you taste the bile rising up from your churning gut and feel the burn of acid tears.
It takes control of your whole body; paralysing every limb. The image won’t leave you – its ropes have wound round your brain, your heart, your soul.
It has a simple strategy.
Behind it is a simple reason.
Fear.
