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Why did I even let him this close?

Now I’m sitting in a room with Vic, where I can’t leave or he will know, and if I stay I’ll probably break down.

But then again, I do want to get better… he saved me.

Of course, I would never admit that to him.

I shifted in my seat awkwardly, seeing him turn over and shut his eyes. How was he so comfortable with me? He just met me… yesterday considering it was now 1:00 am. I sat there and watched him, it seemed like he was falling asleep but, I had to be sure. I waited, and finally I could be sure he was asleep. I considered leaving and going on the roof again but, the right thing to do would be giving him a chance… But I never made “Doing the right thing” a habit…
I got up from my seat and walked over to the mini bar, getting myself a glass with ice in it, and pouring a decent amount of whiskey over it. I rotated the glass in my hand, listening to the clink of the ice, considering if I should dilute it with gingerale, which I didn’t. Instead I downed it in one go.

I like to feel my poison.

I took one last look at the man in the bed I was supposed to sleep in, he was such a fool to think he could save me. Chuckling at him, I poured myself another drink, taking it all in one go. “Fucking fool…” I mumbled, my eyes beginning to water, threatening to fall. I tried hard not to cry but, who was I kidding? I’m pathetic. I sat on the bed, careful not to wake him as I curled into a ball and sobbed. “Why does he care…” I sobbed, looking over at the peacefully sleeping Vic. I buried my head in my hands and cried as if I never cried before. I finally composed myself and turned in to get at least a few hours of shut-eye. But as I closed my eyes, the monsters came to play.

Dreams are never as they seem…



The dream began in a white room which seemed to go on forever, so bright yet, not burning my eyes. I soon found out it had its limits; at 8 x 8 feet this room was small, very small. I searched these so called “walls” for anything that could be an exit, my claustrophobia slowly creeping up on me and my heart rate picking up. Finally I found a small door handle, which I turned and felt the wall and the opening door of which I could not see; it was all pure white. It was a short door so, I had to crawl.

I crawled into a very messy office, with papers everywhere, files open and cigarette burned books. “You’ve gotta be kidding me, fucking kid.” I heard a voice growl, looking up from my crouched position to see a short man get up from his desk. “What did I tell you about coming in my office?” He yelled, towering over me and striking me in the face, I knew the smell of cigarettes and scotch anywhere.

It was my father.

I opened my mouth to scream but, no sound came out. Getting hit again, his words vulgar and abusive, tears streamed down my face as I attempted to scream for help, which earned another slap. I learned to just take it and let it end, any sound I made earned me another slap.
Soon his words seemed distant, was I passing out?

I felt a pair of arms wrap around me, the figure wiping a tear with his thumb, kissing my wet cheek and whispering in my ear, low enough for only me to hear.

“Darling, you’ll be okay. When you fear him, know I am here. Your hero.”

Just as he did that, my father disappeared, along with the room, leaving me in the white room once more, still in the arms of this angel. I turned to see who it was but, suddenly his grasp of me was broken, and I fell.



I sat up suddenly, tears streaming down my face, silent sobs escaping my lips.

Who was that?

Notes

Filler is filling lmao