"Come on! Please! At least one??"
These words that came out from the mouth of a young man. Scratching his temple, covered by his blonde hairs while his fingers scrolled endlessly through his phone, not too old. He was sitting on the right side of his wine-red couch which looked awfully new. His legs shaking subconsciously.
Name of this young man was John, John Morgot. His brown eyes looked horribly tired and sleepy.
"Damn it!"
He said before throwing his phone on the left side of the couch. He then put his hands on his eyes and bent his head down before speaking again.
*sigh*
"I am really tired of this. Every day is the same. I post the chapter online, wait and only one view, let alone likes! It's been 200 chapters already. And all I have is this one viewer, who has been with me since the start."
John took a deep breath and stood up. He walked up to the other side of the couch to pick up his phone. As he walked, he collided with a not too big, square table with a layer of glass on it. On the other side of the table, hung a T.V. He just rubbed his teeth against each other, irritated and grabbed his phone.
Beside the T.V. was a window with a purple curtains covering half the window. John walked up to the window and covered the other half. He then turned off the light switches which were just beside the door, to the left side of the couch at a distance.
He left the room. In front of him was the kitchen with a dining table located at the center. On the left side of his living room was the Bathroom. And in front of the bathroom were the stairs, going to the first and the final floor.
He climbed up the stairs while still taking heavy breathes. After reaching the second floor, he took a left for his bedroom. Just in front of his room was his parents' bedroom.
He entered his bedroom, locked the room door and to the right was his cosy bed. He threw himself on the bed, phone still in his right hand. Then with a faint voice, he said with his eyes closed.
"The story is perfect…I just wish mom and dad were here to cheer me up."
His parents were out of the city for a few weeks and they left John behind. John, a 17-year-old teen, didn't have much interest in almost anything. Going out, part taking school activities and mostly staying at home. But two things always piqued his interest. One being the part where he wrote his novel 'The Seven Commanders of the Ring' and the other being the part where he went to learn martial arts.
He learnt a handful of martial arts like taekwondo, aikido, karate and more. But he never took part in events and competitions.
He slowly opened his eyes looking at the ceiling with a fan rotating. The cold breeze calmed him down.
It was only the sound of the fan rotating and John breathing, when suddenly his doorbell rang. John took a peek through the window next to his study table.
The road shined because of the bright sun. The gate coated in black was wide open. The doorbell rang again. John walked down the stairs and rotated the handle to open the door. And took a long breath before seeing a black and long haired young girl, a month or two older than John, stood in front of him.
The girl had a bright smile. Her hazel eyes shining because of the sun. Her black hair were neatly arranged. Her clothing looked not too royal yet it made John feel inferior to her.
(How do girls even do that? She looks so beautiful even without any special clothes. And I….never mind.)
John's eyes were glued to Sydney's head. With confused expression, he tilted his face. Sydney Cruiser, a girl who is a neighbour of John, wore a pink party hat and she held a small white box. It smelled like fresh chocolate was melted and poured inside the box.
"What is this?? And…why are you here??"
A sudden change of expression could be seen on her face. Her smile changed from bright to murderous. She then replied.
"You do not want to die, right??"
John felt the murderous intent and instantly replied.
"N-no, but seriously…why are you here?"
With a deep sigh, she replied.
"Well…today is your birthday, dumbass!"
An instant realization widened his eyes.
(Oh yeah…because my parents are always out of the city, I don't usually celebrate my birthday. But with her being around…)
She gave John a slight push and made her way inside the house. And she walked into the kitchen. She opened the box and inside was a chocolate cake with the birthday message was written. It gave John a sense of comfort. The feeling of failure crawling his back was gone.
She gave John a knife. John blew the candle lit up on the cake. Sydney signalled John to cut the cake. As he began to cut it, the doorbell rang again.
"Nice timing…"
John left the knife on the table and went to open the door. He slightly opened the door to take a peek. But as he bent to look outside. A strong push threw John away making him fall on the floor, next to the living room's door. The door, which was already have broken due to the push completely broke. It looked like it was held by someone. John's forehead started to bleed out.
The tremendous noise grabbed Sydney's attention. She rushed outside the kitchen and saw something that made her fall on the ground. Her heartbeat rose. John's vision, that was blurred, started to recover because of Sydney's scream.
He tried and got on his knees and then he looked at the door. At that moment, John couldn't understand it.
(What is it?? A dream or Reality?)
In front of him stood a tall figure with a greyish cloak on it. It's face barely visible. It had six arms with a door in his two hands. The scythe in his other two hands and the rest two hands at rest.
He started taking slow steps towards John.