Snippet #1217511

You're a disgrace. The room was black, a figure came out from the shadows, coming towards the frightened boy in the middle. Another figure came out, much smaller than the other. Why, Metsuki, why? The figures surrounded him with a menacing aura. You disobeyed us! You'll never be successful! Never! The figures were on top of him, blocking his senses, continuing to yell at him with guilty questions and hateful insults. He screamed, but it was useless. No one will help him. Save me! Who'll save you? You are useless! No one will save you! The figures began to laugh, a evil cackle.

The crude sound of snapping clouded Metsuki's ears as his dark nightmare vanished. His sensitive, bright eyes were staring at a rather annoyed face. He pouted as he look away from the face of his manager. He rolled his eyes as he sighed lazily. "What? I'm awake,"he said in a overly tired voice,"Are we leaving finally?" The impatience in his voice was oblivious.

(Neh, writer's block)