Revenge Is Sweet

6 - The Fuckening

𑁍𝚂𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚊𑁍

Have you ever woken up with no idea who you are, what day it is, and where you are for about two point five seconds?

Yeah, that's what just happened to me for a few seconds. I easily obtained all my answers but one:Who the hell is spooning me?

Slowly, I look over my shoulder. My eyes widen a little when I see slightly poofy hair. His face is buried in between my shoulder blades and he's softly snoring.

I put a pillow wall up for a reason.

Huffing, I roll out of his arms, right onto the floor. I catch myself before I can land too hard and hesitate as I wait for a sign from Greyson that he woke up.

For a long minute, I stay on the ground and wait for him to pop up, push me down, and strangle me to death.

After that minute, I hear him grumble something and shift in bed. Then his soft snoring continues. With that, I stand up from the floor and look down at him curiously.

He stays fast asleep, so I nod to myself as a little congratulations.

My hand raises to my forehead when I notice the ache the longer I'm awake. I grimace at the pain, unable to really shake it off like I've been trying to do.

It's about time to change the bandage, so I move as quietly as possible to the connecting bathroom. I glance back at Greyson multiple times just to make sure he stays asleep, only letting myself relax when I've shut the door softly behind me.

As quietly as possible, I open the medicine cabinet. My eyes scan all the little shelves inside until I see the box of bandaids Greyson used beside the rubbing alcohol.

A little hint of nervousness arises in my stomach as I start to put the bandages down on the counter, getting ready for a bit of pain.

I debate on just waiting for Greyson to wake up so he can do it for me, but eventually decide against it and start to wash my hands.

It's not like I'm incapable of doing this myself. Besides, I don't think I want him taking care of me like that again.

It's uncomfortable. He's not my friend. No matter how much I like to make fun of him, he is not my friend.

Not to mention the fact that Greyson probably doesn't know what he's doing.

Slowly and carefully, I start to peel the bandage off my forehead. It hurts more than it should just being the bandage, but I manage to grimace through it until I have it off.

That's pretty much how I get through the rest of the process. I force myself to keep quiet and just grimace through it all.

This has been my warning. Don't try to run from him. It won't work out for me. Either he'll catch me or something else will go wrong.

In the meantime, I'm being fed and more or less cared for. Running from him isn't really the first thing I want to do this morning.

He scares me but so far, he hasn't actually hurt me. This is better than going home, believe it or not.

This is probably going to change when he starts killing my friends off.

When I'm finished with all of my supplies, I start putting everything back exactly where I found it. The logo of the band aid box had been fading away from me, so I put it back facing away from me.

I have the small urge to make it look like I was never here in the first place. Greyson knows I'm already here though so there's really no point to it.

As I pull my hand away from the rubbing alcohol bottle, the back of my hand hits a small medicine bottle. "Shit." I whisper, unable to stop the bottle from tumbling down the shelf and smacking loudly on the floor.