Talk of
•blood
•Cursing
•Vomit
•hallucination _________________________________________
I thought we were over this, qauckity thought as he looked over to the window. It was dark and all he could hear was the thunder, loud and deep. It was a thunderstorm if you couldn't tell.
The lightning lit up the room now and then. He awoke only to the sound of the thunder, not the door closing an hour ago or the clock that never stopped clicking or even the rain that started up over ten minutes ago. He knew his fiances weren't there as they went to the store before the storm started. They knew he wasn't feeling great today so they let him have the day to himself. He appreciated that about his fiances.
He also knew since he woke up that something was off. He layed there for what felt like hours but was just 5 minutes. He felt awful. Not wanting to get up or call his fiances looking for a sense of security or affection he layed there.
Then it started getting worse, the lights from outside the window started to mess with his eyes. Lightning then thunder then more lighting and more thunder. Every time the lightning outside shone the room was lit up. he hated this. now don't get him wrong he usually loved when it rained, but today everything was off. He just didn't know why. Thunder then lightning then struggling to sit up, he wasn't sick he knew that, so why was this simple thing so hard to do. He looked around the dark room looking for any signs of his phone. he ruffled the blankets looking for them until he put his hand under his pillow. he grabbed it turning it on and checking if he got a text. an 'i love u' text with a heart and a 'it's going to rain today' text from twenty minutes ago. sending back his 'i love u's' and an 'i know' with a 'come back safe' after it then turning it off after and laying back down. he felt gross but didn't want to take a shower.
then the power shut off. and he was still left in darkness nothing changed except for the lights downstairs going off, but you couldn't tell from upstairs.it didn't matter. he tried closing his eyes but he couldn't sleep. so he stayed awake thinking it'd be ok to wait for his fiances. he looked at the clock on the nightstand it has only been five minutes since he last checked. he sat up again taking a deep breath. and looked at the door. the room lit up again showing a figure of a person, a man, no his ex-husband. his breath caught in his throat. then the light left. that can't be real he tried to reassure himself. he gave himself a hug trying to reassure himself by saying it wasn't real and that he was dead.
the lighting lit up the room again and schlatt, his ex, appeared again. His vision was blurring and it was now getting hard to breathe why did it suddenly start to smell like alcohol. The smell lingered. lightning inviting itself back into his room without his permission. He didn't move, too scared of the figure of his ex and what it would do. His ex, schlatt, stared at him then smiled and took a step forward. all qauckity could do was watch, Too scared to move. darkness filled the room again a minute later. light. 'Missed me pumpkin?' Schlatt asked as he took another step.
Qauckity was holding his breath at this point to scared to breathe. Everything around him was starting to blur together he didn't notice as he was too scared to take his eyes off schlatt. Schlatt takes another step forward now in front of the bed. and looks at qauckity with a big smile on his face it disgusted qauckity and scared him at the same time. 'What you didn't miss me?' he said in a fake sad tone. his eyes wandered to beside qauckity. the nightstand. it held a certain picture of qauckity and his fiances taken from a month or so ago from when they started to move in together. he looked back at qauckity his smile now fell 'you moved on pretty quickly pumpkin, what you didn't miss me?' he questioned. All qauckity could do was stare, wide-eyed, too caught up in his thoughts to realize that his breathing quickened. he couldn't move. schlatt smiled again but with venom seeping out of every action and word he's ever said or done. another step closer. "what you didn't like what you had before? Do you think these two can replace me? don't you miss what we had?" trying to gaslight was like second nature when it came to schlatt. Of course, qauckity missed schlatt, but only past schlatt when they first started dating each other. The nice loving schlatt that never drank alcohol on a daily basis. yes, he missed schlatt, the old schlatt. not this, not him.
