Italics- thoughts/ flashbacks/ dreams

Bold- author talking

Underline- narrator talking, known as the main character

Normal- normal story

2138 words

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I'm in an old foreign house that I haven't seen in 11 years.

I walk up all the unstable shaking stairs to the little deck in front of the front door. The steps aren't even attached and I use the railing to get up.

I get on the deck and it's very stable so I open the screen door and the normal one. The front room looks the same.

Everything looks exactly how it did when we moved in when I was 6. The open square room with light shining through the giant windows. The hallway and kitchen are bare.

The stairs are on the opposite side of the hallway this time. I walk up the stairs on all 4's and stay low once I reach the top.

My parents' room is empty and so is me and my sister's. I appear back downstairs and my parents are talking about moving back in.

I get so excited I start crying. I watch them bring stuff in while watching Aaleyah in her crib.

I get memories of playing with my friends up and down the neighborhood and in each other's yards.

I watch my parents move things around before it all transforms the first way we had everything set up.

Everything starts morphing and looks disoriented. Suddenly I'm on the stairs to the back porch and there's so many.

I'm then mine exploring the attic that came out of nowhere with 3 men I've never seen before. I can understand them but I don't know what they're saying.

Suddenly everything collapses and I'm back on the front deck with the stairs gone.

I open the door again and slide back in the front room. The ceiling fan is on with the lights making a nightly feel. It's also night now.

My parents are talking in the middle of the room. I feel at home once again.

I turn over trying to stay asleep and finish this recurring dream.

Now I'm in my grandma's bed and I can see the sunrise coming down the stairs through her bedroom door.

I snuggle closer to her and wrap her blankets around me some more while looking at the beautiful light in the quiet house.

I don't want to lose this again.

Every time I open my eyes I see a dark room so I keep them closed to look at the beautiful light. It feels like there's a weight on my eyelids, keeping them closed and not letting me stay in the dream.

I look around my grandma's nostalgic room. I listen to the noises of the house and my grandma's snoring.

The two houses that raised me keep flashing between images of a dark giant room.

After a minute all I can see is the dark room.

Once I realize that I'm not in my childhood home or my grandma's sleepover this impending sadness and inner pain to go back appears.

I look past whatever giant soft thing I'm holding and at the wall. I'm laying on my right arm too.

We had finally moved back. After 11 fucking years of living in buildings I was back to my real home.

Then it disappeared before I could do anything.

Then I woke up in one of my favorite ways in one of my favorite scenes but that was fake too.

It's always fake. Every relieving moment disappears before it can be properly enjoyed.

I just let the pillow suffocate half of my face. It should suffice the other half of my face at the same time so I don't have to keep reliving this nightmare.

A giant hand cups the non suffocated side of my jaw and tilts my head back. Oh so he's the big giant soft thing.

I look at his perfect blue eyes that put mine to shame.

I watch his ridiculously sharp black nail miss my eye by a millimeter when he runs his thumb over my cheek.

"You're so cute and pretty." He slurs like he's drunk but he doesn't look drunk.

I feel nails lightly scratch my back and then I realize I'm laying on his left arm. He doesn't seem to mind though.

"Short people are so cute. You're short and cute. Why do you have to be so cute?" He runs the hand that was on my jaw through my hair in a petting motion like I'm a cat.

I reach a hand up and do the same thing to him. Damn his hair is soft.

He smiles and I hear that weird dinosaur pur thing. It's louring but stops too soon.

"Can you get any prettier?"

Is he drunk?

"Maaaaayyybbe? I don't know."

He takes the hand that's caressing my back and starts cracking it instead.

Well at least he's not hypnotized or something. That would suck horribly.

He takes his hand from my hair and runs it up and down with just the slightest amount of pressure. He then pushes me onto my back and I gasp.

He then towers over me on his elbows and knees. His forearms making a triangle and both hands overlapping on the other side of the pillow under my head. His legs are doing the same thing under my legs.

I lean to the side to look past his shoulder to see if there's any shoes on the bed. There isn't so I lean back.

I have my hands on top of each other on my chest. I look at him confused and just a tad bit spooked.

"Are you gonna take my soul or something?"

He grins an evil but not threatening grin. I look at those sharp teeth. If they were polished I could probably see my reflection in them like a mirror.

"No."

"Oh." Is all I say but I'm panicking.

What does this mean? Is he messing with me again? Am I going to get killed?

Thoughts worse than those start coming to my mind. Things I'd rather die than experience.

I just look at those teeth that can tear me apart. They can do anything and it scares me too.

"I just want to squeeze you." I look at him mortified, avoiding all eye contact. "You are so fucking adorable I just want to squeeze you but I can't. And it's annoying."

"Huh?" Now I'm mostly puzzled.

"You are so fucking cute and little like a puppy and I can't violently love you or I'll crush you."

"The fuck? I'm not a dog."

Well at least I'm not going to get torchered. I start breathing again.

"I know but I see you humans the way y'all see dogs. Well except the rotten ones that I send to hell but still."

"Are you an elephant? They think the same way."

"I'm not a damn elephant. They're cute too though."

I study his hot face to see if he's lying because there's no way. Humans are nothing like dogs.

"How are humans like dogs?"

"Well my crippled butterfly, so small and sweet by nature. So accepting and programmed to help others. Selfless and brave."

"People aren't like that. They shoot at everyone else and body shame each other and are violent."

"Not all of them. You simple creatures are created to be good." He says the last word in a funny way.

"Then why is humanity way past the shit stage?"

"Lucifer."

"He did all that?"

"No, just started it. He said everyone being nice was boring. He wanted drama."

"Innocent kids getting shot in their own homes by idiots isn't drama. People getting raped left and right isn't drama either. People being brainwashed isn't drama. 5th grade breakups are drama. Not humanity destroying itself."

He takes a hand from under the pillow and holds the back, left side of my head.

"I know, I've been trying to get rid of it all for a while." He says in the sweetest and caring voice I've ever heard him use.

"For how long?"

"Long."

My alarm goes off. I don't want to go to fucking school. It's highschool all over again. I never wanted to go but I had to.

"Do I have to go?" I ask him the same way I would ask my mom when she yelled at me to get up 45 times in a row.

"If you want to."

"But I don't want to." I whine

"Then don't."

"But I have to."

"Then go."

"But I don't want to."

He looks at me with a face that says 'bitch I don't care, just do something'.

"Go so you can hang out with your friend."

I agree, he gets off the bed and I get ready.

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I got all the mascara off and I got myself to look decent.

Yay.

I walk back to the room. Death is just standing at the same spot but watching me. I raise a brow at him and he just tilts his head to the side and puts his hands behind his back.

I walk to the closet. All the clothes are actually put away. I would have just thrown them on the shelf or something lazy.

I get clothes and wear them. I then walk out the closet and over to all my shit on the floor to grab my binder bag thing. I put my computer in it.

I look up and see death less than a foot in front of me. "Stop fucking jump scaring me dammit."

He puts an arm around my waist and presses me against him, "you're hot in red."

"This is maroon." My poor shirt is called the wrong color.

"You still look hot."

"Thanks?"

I grab my bag and suddenly we're in front of my school.

"Wait, my phone-"

He holds it in front of me. I take it. He disappears.

Wasn't he supposed to stay with me when I'm not in his house? Why did he leave? What the fuck?

I look around but see no obnoxiously tall hot man with beautiful eyes of the ocean in the evening.

He didn't even say bye.

Again.

I walk into the building and through the mazes of hallways to my first class. Everything is normal. I look at the few students and see Athena in her usual spot. I walk over and sit next to her. I would throw my binder bag on the table but I would get looked at.

"Why didn't you answer-"

I cut her off by throwing it on the table anyways. It echoes.

"Fuck! my computer." I open the thing and look over my computer and it's not broken.

"Bitch I was talking."

I look to my right, "sorry."

"Why didn't you open the door this morning?"

Oh fuck.

"I heard knocking in my dream and thought it was that."

She accepts the answer, "How is your sister?"

"Yesterday mom said she's doing the best she can, she's just living through it."

"Poor girl. How are you doing?"

"Why are you asking?"

"Well it's pretty traumatic to have your parents' house broken into and your sister shot."

"Oh, I'm doing better than I was on Thursday at 3 am or whenever it happened. How are you?"

"Probably better than you."

"You have no idea." You really don't.

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The teacher is talking in the background or at the front of the class, we're in the background. I'm tracing the lines with my fingernail which is taking forever because it looks like I got shattered.

After a while I show her my now red lined arm. The black underneath makes it more visible but she can't see that.

"Oh cool but excessive."

"You've done worse."

"When?"

I get my phone, scroll through messages for 3 years and pull up a picture from 10th grade. I showed her the picture she sent me with her arm having a whole sleeve of tattoos.

"But that was with a pen."

I look at my arm, "And mine is magical."

The red already faded away. She shakes her head before doing her work again. I decided to do my work too.

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All I did today was work and talk to Athena and my other friends. And my online friends. And the people commenting on my videos. And the few people that comment on my stories.

I also drew some pictures, you know the ones. And I started a diary type thing. Write down what happens every day and maybe make it a book if it's interesting enough.

Damn I did a lot today.

But not enough. I need to do more. I've been a lazy bum for the past 5 days.

I'm always lazy though so can I be lazy again after doing 7 hours worth of shit?

Yes.

And I swear every fucking time I turned a corner, which was about 80 times, I have seen fucking death standing somewhere in the corner of my vision. But it was like before I knew what he looked like and he was holding his scythe all evilly and shit.

I turn yet another corner and walk into something.