Tom has been living in England all his life and it has never been terribly dangerous. Will that change now that he meets his new roommate Tord?
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Has he killed anyone every since he's come to this dreary country? No, not yet, but h...
—————— I sat up, out of breath and gasping for air. I scan where I was with panicked eyes. I note that I'm in my room and in my bed.
Relief fills me as I flip back onto my pillow. I sighed and closed my eyes again. I feel the touch of someone's hand on my shoulder.
I laid still for a moment until the hand left me.
"Tom? You okay? Make noise sleeping... wake up.", I recognized the voice as Tord.
I open my eyes calmer with a passive look on my face. I turn to Tord, who had a worried look on his face. I didn't notice him come in.
"I had a strange dream. Don't worry about it, sorry to have awoken you up.", I said.
Tord had been leaning over me; he stood straight and walked to the door.
"Okay, but if need I in room.", said Tord.
He walked out of the room and closed the door. I laid on my bed for the rest of the night. I did not want to sleep.
I wondered what my dream meant and what to tell Tord if he asks in the morning. Eventually, I thought about how easily he came into my room without me realizing it.
"I might need a lock.....", I whispered.
Tord has yet to really do anything, but I just met him and still don't trust him. What's more is that he has been unusually close to me when I was teaching him.
I can't avoid him simply because I don't like it, I need to talk to him about boundaries.
"Nah probably not....", I muttered while turning to my side.
I decided to ignore it until something pressing happens. ————- With Tord ————- Tord had been in his room toying with trinkets at his desk. That is until the urge to see Tom and observe him over took Tord.
He put the trinket down and tucked a few items into his hoodie pocket. A small note book and a speaker.
He quietly tread the hall to Tom's room. He slowly turned the nob and hoped the slight creak did not wake Tom.
He made his way in and looked around. Tom's room was simple and had a few posters on the walls.
Tord took in where Tom had everything and what he had. His mouth twitched at the Bass hanging on the wall in a protective glass case and the record player lazily shoved under the bed, yet still halfway in the open.
Once he finished, he placed the speaker near Tom's bed. At Tom's bed, he finally realized what Tom looked like with his eye closed.
He committed it to memory. Tord took out his note book and wrote everything down he saw. Then he sketched Tom's increasingly disturbed expression.
Tord made note that Tom was having a nightmare. Tord did not want to be caught if Tom woke up from his nightmare and silently stepped backwards into the shadows. Tom jolted awake then.
The rest is known, however, the aftermath is only known to Tord when he left. He had gone back to his room and turned on his half of the speaker.
The speaker in Tom's room was small and hard to notice. Tord did not like the first thing he heard Tom say. He was relieved by the second one.
He would have to be more careful and controlled. He never usually acted so rash and without a meticulous plan.
His eyes dropped yet sharpen as he had no worry of being seen. He needed to hasten his construction. ———————-
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I updated this picture to have Tom having a nightmare.
