Sacrific Experience: A Fictional Narrative

He sat in the corner in a cold damp grim room. Fragments of a single perpetual light, escaping just as it gave gasps of its dying breaths, flickering through the concave parallels of what he assume were walls. He could hear the rhythm of his heart throbbing as if a small marching percussion was playing in his chest. His palms were clammy as he quivered in his unhinged thoughts. Thinking what his life would have been like if he hadn't opened it, or had seen what he believed was the probable cause for his horrific experience. His mind like a broken VHS tape that repeatedly plays back to that day, where it all commenced.

It was a quarter to five, with a clear sunny sky with the fresh gust flowed through the air of a full-summer day; petals …show more content…
He ignored the message and attempt to continue his work. Yet his mind would run to an unmarked path, where he unthinkably questioned, would it become true? For how would they know his name? His jaws became to clench, as a sudden bloom of heat hit his face. He looked around the room, fear has already taken over him. All he could do was look at the time, watching every second past by, rationalizing what the fortune for seeks. What does this mean? Am I supposed to murder a loved one just so I can live another day. No, I could never.
But someone will, to me.
Without a delay of hesitation, he yelled in his thoughts.
I must!!!
I must? Are you mad.... a piece of paper is not foreshadowing the truth.
The day went by and he walked home, jumping anxiously every time he heard a loud sound. He no longer felt safe, in his mind everyone was a threat. He no longer saw his wife and kids as his loved ones but as a way to escape of his devastating fate. He opened the cabinet and felt around until he found it. He walked up to their room and watched them sleep, pulling out the gleaming sharp silver knife by clutching the blade handle tightly. I can’t, this is insane. But you must!!