And They Were Housemates ✓

Chapter XXIX | Bad Night and Mini Golf

CW:Nightmare

Bexon woke up from another night terror, not the best way to start off his day, however, he was used to them by now.

The time it took him to get his breathing under control and back to normal without having to hyperventilate was always the calm before the storm.  The few minutes passed like hours as he grounded himself enough to realize it was a dream, that he was safe in his own bed.

Bexon reached over and grabbed the notebook he kept wedged in the side of his bed and the nightstand.  Taking the small pen that was attached—after too many nights losing it—Bexon began to write what happened before he forgot everything like he usually did.

Bexon rarely remembered much of his dreams/nightmares, only the feelings they left behind when he woke up.  Most of the time he was left with a sense of dread that he couldn't really describe.

'The alley of our old apartment building was where it took place.  I was walking alone that night and going to get ice cream.  I remember the smell of the town, all the food from different shops or food carts.  A small breeze felt nice, then I remembered it was so close to the waters I could breathe the beachy air.  Then it all shifted in a flash.  Cassy was there calling for me, the alley was dark, no lights or people to make it less creepy.'

Bexon tried to keep all the letters going in the correct direction, but when he wrote quickly or the nights he had to see through blurred vision, it was difficult to even see the ink.

'I watched her walk closer, looking the same as she did before the accident.  Then our mother was calling us.  Cassy turned to face me with blood running down the side of her face, the dark trail ran into her eyes as she stared blankly at me.  Her voice was no longer friendly like before, it was rough and cold as if I were being thrown into the water and the cold waves were pushing me under.  I don't know what she said before she was gone and I was awake.'

Bexon threw the book aside as he looked around his room for something to get him fully back to reality.  He looked around blankly, seeing the light from his TV and the string of lights he had on most of the time.  Nothing really helped him at the moment.

When he took a deep breath he finally noticed a beeping sound and once he noticed it he could not go back to ignoring it.  He checked his alarm clock just in case he accidentally set it and then forgot about it, however, it was off.

Bexon didn't bother getting dressed any more than the boxers he went to sleep in, just grabbing one of the fluffy blankets off his bed and getting up.  There was no point in staying in bed when he knew damn well that he was not going to be getting any more sleep.  He had too many nightmares to know better.

It seemed like the whole week so far had welcomed him with a nightmare at some point.  The last time he slept without a nightmare was when he was at his dad's, which would have shocked him if it weren't for the fact there was a blond man wrapped around his waist then.

However, this week Bexon had maybe slept six hours in total, he felt as if he could literally smell sounds and hear colors.

Beep, beep, beep, rang over and over again.

Bexon walked out of his room and made quick work of checking the fire alarms, the coffee pot, microwave, and anything that could beep in the house was checked and none of them were the cause of the annoying sound.

He wanted to scream.  It felt like he was losing his mind, he thought that maybe for a moment he was.  With his lack of sleep, it wouldn't have been all that surprising to have a delusion or hallucination, it wouldn't have been the first time his sleeping schedule had done that to him.