- Nyctophilia - || EDDIE MUNSON

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎

"𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎!" 

𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚋𝚘 𝙱𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚜 (𝙹.𝚁.𝚁 𝚃𝙾𝙻𝙺𝙸𝙴𝙽) 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚝

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My head bangs on my wall. How can I be this lazy? What time is it? I run to the small wrist watch on my dresser and see that my first class starts in fifteen minutes, and I can't even find one bottle of cologne. Or is it perfume? I think it's cologne. I blow my hair out of my face and try to run into my uncles room.

"Eddie!" He yells at me, in his underwear and work t-shirt. I cover my eyes and reach my hands out trying to find his cologne. I stumble on some things on the floor, and I trip on the edge of my uncles bed.

"I-I just need..." My tongue sticks out as I use every other sense but my sight. I have enough trauma to last me a life time. No need to sprinkle in my uncles body on there.You would think as a grown up he would have his cologne out in the open. Maybe for the ladies, I don't fucking know.

"Need what? What do you need?" I hear him move around the room, and I stumble on his dresser. This is useless, I am already late as it is, "I have pants on now." My sigh comes out a bit dramatic, and I take a wide eye look around his room. There it is behind him, I run towards him and he just screams as I shake the bottle.

"Jesus Christ." I try to hit the bottle to see if it activates the cologne thing, "It's empty!" I point the bottle towards my uncle who just stares at me.

"What do you need it for kid? You never needed one." He follows me out to where the kitchen is. I grab the single flower we have on the counter. This is how low the knights of the kingdom have gotten, where a plant is my sole saviour. I look at it, and rip it out of the vase; rub it all over me with massive hopes that I smell like a garden.

"That is wrong, I can get you a bottle today. Stop rubbing yourself..." My uncle plucks the flower out of my hand. He looks at it like he is saying sorry for me, and throws it in the garbage. Then he stands in front of me, getting a bit closer. I take a step back, with every step forward from him.

My ass hits the counter, and his hand grabs my hair, "Did you wash your hair?" I leap from behind him.

"Perhaps, perhaps not." I bobble my head side to side. I turn to reach for the door but I hear my uncles laugh boom throughout our home. His laugh makes me turn around, but I check my watch. Great, I will probably miss my first class. Won't be my first time, so no shocking news for the teach. The good old teach that has been holding me back from graduating of course.

 ~ I walk towards Margarets locker and I don't see her around, and I keep trying to get a look of the wave of roaches that crowd this building. Alas, I see nothing. In fact, I haven't seen her all morning.

"Man, are you okay?" Dustin says as he jumps next to me. I look at him as he eyes me, and then he grabs my shirt. Looks at me with a weird stare and sniffs my shirt.

"Why do you smell like..." He takes another sniff. "Is that tulip?" I snatch my shirt back. How dare he question my smell? Do I really smell that bad every other day? I mean between the constant smoking and the non-stop ripping of farts, I can see the shock. But, fuck spare a man some shred of dignity.

"I think it is a lovely smell, no judgement." Dustin throws his hands back. I keep on with my search.

"Thank you, I worked really hard on it this morning." I look at the smiley kid. He looks around the same way I am.