Dreaming Awake // tronnor oneshot

¤ dreaming awake ¤

playlist for one-shot; http://8tracks.com/divergentism/extreme-case-of-psychosis

"The end begins just as it starts

And leaves me wondering what we left behind

Told me not to talk but please explain

My thoughts that float around my mind"

I sighed, setting my head in my hand as I watched the clocks arms tick slowly, time seeming to have slowed to a complete stop.

It was so close to the end of my shift, my eyes already drooping at the thought of my first peaceful sleep in ages.

My ridiculously loud and irritating roommate had finally moved out, and I finally had a decent ending shift. It was a holiday so the shop was closing early ; what holiday it was, I could care less.

The clock finally hit the 5:50 mark, meaning I could start closing up and leave. I was the only one working today, the cafe beautiful but not well known.

It's not that I didn't enjoy working here; quite the exact opposite. I adored it here, rather flexible hours and kind people, only the occasional rush hour run. It's just with my second year of uni just starting and all the drama that had been happening at my apartment, I was just all around drained.

I was busy wiping down the cappuccino machine when I heard the light ding of the bell above the door, alerting me someone had entered.

"I'm sorry but we're closing, try again tomorrow." My voice carried out over the overall silent room, not turning around to acknowledge the customer. All I could think about was the warm tea and huge duvet awaiting me at home.

Home, huh, hadn't felt like that in ages.

I was too caught up in my thoughts, my mind not processing that I hadn't heard the door open and close for a second time. I just continued to hum, quickly finishing up with the machine and starting on stacking the cups up in a neat order.

A faint smile made its way to my lips, excitement washing my veins as I thought about being welcomed home with silence and a warm bed. I turned around, my eyes immediately catching someone else's and a scream escaping my lips as I dropped the remaining cups in my hands. I flinched as the cups loudly smashed across the ground, my eyes not leaving the strangers as a dark smirk twitched at his otherwise empty features.

I gulped slowly, refusing to look away from the motionless man. How long had he been there? What the fuck did he want?

Our eyes remained locked, his unblinking as mine stayed focus on his dead ones. If they weren't so emotionless, they could be beautiful. With all the different hues and shades of blue, a hint of grey skimming them. I found myself lost in my thoughts, not noticing until last second that he had begun to take slow steps forward.

My eyes flicked down quickly towards his feet, breath catching in my throat when I looked up to see a crazy grin spread across his face, eyes now glinting. I felt my fear heighten, not being able to place the crazed look in his eye under one category.

His steps got quicker, my eyes widening when I noticed the sliver of metal pressed tight against his skin as his sweater rode up the tiniest bit. I felt myself being choked up, feet staying locked in place as he began to make his way around the long counter, shaking slightly as his smile just grew wider and wider.

The crazed look never left his eyes, my feet finally working as I slowly started to take steps backwards. His smile just grew, the glint in his eye brightening as his steps quickened in pace.