A day that changed many aspects

Ciaran has always been curious about everything around him, he was a very curious person at heart that was never in question,

Peeking at the world from the window of his house. There was something wrong today, something exceptionally different.

Ciaran was not feeling well he woke up, his room was filled with animated stickers and Walls wearing shades of purple. The room has always looked like that.

4 walls hide a place between them, a contour on every corner of the room. One window to look for meaning outside the room, a ceiling of design and art that was beautiful and Purple just like the rest of the room.

His bed was in the corner the other part of the room was empty only thing present except the bed was his Closet,

The floor was black, and the rest of the room dark shade of purple with no plant, no decoration, nothing just simplicity resided there.

As one can imagine he was not someone who was able to have the money for a more decorative room. He tried his best to spend less money as he never wanted to make his mother worry about his or his sister's future they had seen enough tragedies anyways and those were forgotten and buried long ago.

After waking up that day he decided to dress differently today he was feeling dizzy but he managed to drag himself to the Bathroom, he could see his reflection in the mirror he felt like one of those characters in the movies that act in a certain way after a long hungover.

He kept looking at his reflection for a few minutes.

His slim figure was looking a little different his eyes were a shade of dark red.

At first, he thought he was hallucinating but soon he felt a pinning sensation around his body.

He could feel numbness everywhere, his eyes closed and he fell.

That was the last thing he remembered. He woke up on his bed. He was feeling pain all over his body and it shook him to the core, as he opened his eyes trying to gain consciousness to the fullest.

He glanced around the room to see absolute chaos everything was out of his closet his clothes were all over the floor. His books were thrown here and there. His window was open. The situation in the room looked like a result of the battle that could have happened there.

He was hearing weird whispers and he put both of his hands over his ears and his smudged eye makeup turned to slight tears. He opened his eyes again and his vision laid directly on the diary that was somehow also on the floor with his other stuff but something seemed off as the diary pages were turned and a specific page was open with a name that was written in red he couldn't tell if it was a red pen or blood. The name sounded familiar somehow the name was "Kage" it was written with capital letters all over the diary page.

As he read the name he fell unconscious again.