(This is what an authors note looks like! P.s. that art is mine X3)

Key for the new or uneducated

(Y/n) ~ Your name
(H/c) ~ Hair color
(E/c) ~ Eye color

You sat bolt strait in bed. You panted and caught your breath, rubbing your bandaged fingers through your (h/c) bed head. You crossed your legs and bent over them, slightly stretching your tense muscles. You lifted your head just enough to spot the bright red alarm clock on your night stand beside your queen sized bed. You sighed as you observed what the hour was. 'Oh jeez! Again?' it was around 4:30 in the morning and you knew you would not get another wink of sleep. 'Stupid night terrors!' you exclaimed to yourself angerly. You let out yet another sigh. This one laced with frustration and stress. For the last two months or so you had been having night terrors so violent they shook you from sleep. Your bed had been transformed from a place of comfort to a place of darkness and dread. You shook your head in dissapointment and dissatisfaction at your current state. "Laying around isn't doing anything." you muttered under your breath quietly. You uncovered your sweatpant laden legs as you crawled out of bed. You opened the door to your small bedroom in your apartment. As you stepped out you surveyed your home. The walls were gray and navy blue couches, along with other darker furniture and accent peices, helped set the mood in the house. Others would accuse you of being gloomy but to you the darker cooler colors of your apartment were soothing and comfortable. You marched into the bathroom across the hall from the bedroom. Looking up you saw the mirror on the vanity. You saw the image of a semi-short boy in his early twenties. (If you are neither short nor in your twenties just go with it for the stories sake.) (e/c) eyes stared back at you, blood shot and tired from your lack of sleep for the past few months. You examined your bandaged hands. 'Ill have to take these off to shower.... That will hurt like hell.'
You ran your fingers through your (h/c) one last time before painfully removing your bandages. You felt your eyes prick with tears as you stared at your burnt and calloused hands. You had flash backs to the incident that caused such wounds to stick to your skin. You sighed, once more, before pulling off your baggy sweatpants and boxers, since you didn't sleep with a shirt. Now in the nude you started the shower. You stepped in, the warm water rushing down your body. You stood and contemplated a lot of deep "shower" thoughts. You currently worked at a café (I'm sorry but I couldn't resist! Every good fanfic always has a coffee shop or café!) that was a 10 minuet walk from your cozy apartment. It was the ideal job for you. You lived all on your lonesome and it wasn't a big surprise you didn't have friends or close family. Your parents had distanced themselves from you after you started to question multiple things. Including your sexuality. They never really cared for you or your meek attitude in the first place. Ever since you were young you never felt you belonged anyware in the universe. Plus nobody in your primary school much cared either. Not even the bullies thought you were "entertaining" enough to be harrasssed. It was sad really. But you didn't mind much at all. At least you paid the bills and could afford more then ramen. You also worked a second sort of hobby of a job. Youtube. You had two favorite youtubers, mark and jack, aka Markiplier and Jacksepticeye. They made your, honestly, super bland life more colorful. Your videos consisted of art, (drawing, painting, you know the like) and you even did lets-plays or vlogs every so often if your small amount of subscribers requested it. You smiled at the thought of people liking you enough to actually subscribe and comment on your videos. 'That's right! I don't have to work today! Its probably some holiday I didn't catch wind of' you smiled at the thought. 'Maybe ill make a vlog...' you thought to yourself as you shut off the water to the shower head and grabbed a towel that was resting on the vanity. You dried yourself and your (h/c) hair and wrapped the towel around your waist. You shuffled to your room and closed the door. You tuned to face your wardrobe. You tugged out a (f/c) hoody and gray shirt. You also tugged out some loose black jeans that had a decorative chain slung from the belt to the pocket. You took your towel of and got dressed. To add the finishing touch you looped a studed belt around the waist line of your jeans. You then walked into the bathroom once again. You tried to tidy your messy bed head but deiced to leave it. 'it adds character...' you chuckled to your self before stepping out again to see the big clock in your sitting room now read it was 6:00. "Time flies, jeez." you mumbled to yourself. You walk into your small kitchen and make yourself a typical breakfast of toast. It quickly finishes and you munch on the crisp piece of bread. After you finish you rid yourself of crumbs before going and grabbing your camera for recording. You set it up and turned it on. You put a smile on your face as it turned on. "(Insert your tube intro here!) its (y/n) and today I am doing a random vlog and a house tour since I can't fall asleep for the life of me. Plus you guys have been screaming at me to do this so yeah." you stated casually, unconsciously running your fingers through your hair. You turned so your back was facing the sitting room and so the camera could see. "Yup.... So this is my sitting room, complete with all the emo furniture you could want." you said with a laugh and a smile. You then turned the camera so it could see the breakfast bar and the stools. You reverse gyrated into the kitchen. For everyone's safety. You gave a quick tour of the kitchen and let the camera take a quick glance at your bathroom before you walked up to your door. "And this, my friends, is where the magic happens." you opened the door and stepped into the tidy and neat room. "Of course the only magic that happens here is editing magic and drawing inspo." you said with a grin, guestruing to your desk under your window. "Anyway that was my tiny apartment." you said "so now I am gonna do the unthinkable! I.... Am gonna.....go.......out side." you said, your tone hushed as if you were telling a secret. "I can here the gasps of horror through the screen guys." you said a sarcastic smile fallowed.