Unexpected (Ace Frehley)

nightmares

I'm so tired i can sleep anywhere at the moment, but still i lay awake, staring at the ceiling with my eyes wide open.
All i can think about is what happened in just 2 days. Am i not ment to be here? I was nearly dead or raped. Is this what the rest of my live can look like? And why me? I dont mean that in a selfish way but why would someone choose the person he chose. God i need some water, i think.

I stand up walking to the door. "FUCK" "shit, shit". I tripped and hit my head on the door. The light switched on. "HAHHAHA what are you doing?!" "Yeah, laugh asshole, i just can't sleep". I sigh, still laying on the ground. "Come here". I walk over and he pats the bed inbetween him and the wall. I look at him hesitating but climb over. He switches the light off. "Nothing can happen tonight, just sleep". i let out a deep breath and feel his arms around my waist and let it happen. It's nice feeling sort of save but i have known this guy for just two days and i'm already laying in bed with him. He's hot tho so i can't really complain.

I open my eyes to see him half covered in the cheets. I carefully step out of the bed and head towards the bathroom. Debating if i should take a shower or not i head in anyway. The scar on my waist became dark red i am now supposed to wear a scar for the rest of my life, thanks to some fifty year old dude who smelled like alcohol and probaply has crabs. I grab a towel from the cabinet under the sink when i realize i forgot clean underwear.

I wrap my body in the towel, it barely covering my ass and my hair still wet. I open the door as quiet as i can not wanting to wake him, especially not like this, i trie to bend down thro my knees to pick up what i am looking for. "Well that's a way to wake up". My head turned bright red "Fuck you Ace". "Come here and we'll do". I roll my eyes and pick up my underwear, leaving the room as fast as i can.

There's no cerial left so i decide to make pancakes for us. I shove a plate to him. "Oeh, whats this". "The rat poison i promised you" i give a sarcastic smile with.

I wonder what i'm actually gonna do with my life. I can't possible be working in a bar all my life. I'm 19 i haven't seen anything yet. "What do you want to do with your life". He looks up from is plate. "I don't know i'll just see where it goes". "Are you not like, scared?". I can't believe he doesn't think about it. I am abselutely terrified of what will happen with my future. I am the only one that can make my own, but i don't know what i want, and i have never known. "No, why would i be".
I can't awnser that so why am i scared of what will happen. "Look, if i'm gonna be sixty and still playing my guitar in a shitty appartment, i am totally fine with it, as long as i'm happy. Just do what makes you happy Sav". I sigh "that's the problem, how do i know". "You just do what feels right you know". "I guess".
"You can try some new things find hobbies you know". I know i like music and stuff like that but not really any other things, i don't mind doing a lot of things but it isn't really fun either. "like what?" "Uhh, bunge jumping". "what haha no serieus". I cleaned of the plates. "Modeling?". "What". "You could try, just try new things you know what i mean. You could start with that". "I'll think about it". It doesn't sound like a bad idea but i don't think they will even want me.