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unfamiliar faces in a familiar place

Published: October 29, 2022, 11:35 am

Thomas + his trust issues

Angst

TWs

none

You're probably going to see a lot of third person stories, the reason is because im so much better at writing third person than first person

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THIRD PERSON

       The noiret sat down on the edge of his bed, near his apartment window, it was raining. The only sound he could hear was raindrops hitting the window. He let out a deep sigh and turned his head to look into the grey gloomy sky. He met his eyes with the small plant pot outside the window, a drop from the rain landed on the leaf and quickly rolled off. He turned his head back around and flopped on his bed. He was only staring at the ceiling now, bored not knowing what to do. 

      He obviously couldn't talk or hang out with any of his friends, he doesn't even have any friends. In fact, he barely even talked to anyone outside of his apartment, plus not to mention he has extreme trust issues. He can't recall when was the last time he had any human interaction, too much to keep track of, all he knows is that it's been way over a month. The only person he's ever actually talked to was the voice lurking in the back of his head. And that was probably his only friend who never actually left and stuck with him throughout his whole life. 

    His hair was a mess. It was all over the place with knots and was tangly. His hair was dry and oily and pretty messy, not like how well swept and healthy as it used to be. It's been a week since he had showered due to the lack of motivation in him. He's unmotivated and unwilling to do things, he was a mess. He hasn't been outside of his apartment in so long, and he always kept a low, dull face. His mental state was slowly killing him inside, and he had a brain-eating parasite waiting for him to open the door. His physical state was the only part of him that was alive, but it never really felt alive. In his eyes, his physical state was the thread he was hanging on. If that thread was cut off, so will Thomas. Although messy, he at least has an organized apartment, theres clothes and trash in some places where they don't belong but overall it was in a pretty livable state. 

   It was 6pm, the grey gloomy sky and the pitter-pattering sounds of the raindrops were still going. His stomach growled, he ignored it and continued doing whatever he was doing. It growled again, and again. He groaned in annoyance while sluggishly getting up, figuring he should probably eat something before he starts having a meltdown. He dragged his feet along the wooden floors, carefully and steadily since he was physically and mentally tired. Even moving was a hard task to do, it felt like a challenge. 

   He got to the fridge and opened it. It was almost completely empty. There was only milk, yogurt and some eggs. Damn.. when was the last time I went grocery shopping? He thought. He grabbed the milk carton and quickly checked the expiration date. August 24, 2022. He checked the calendar hanging from the wall near the window in the kitchen. October 16, 2022. He sighed but wasn't surprised. I'm gonna need to go outside soon.. He placed the milk back in the fridge and closed it, then started digging into the cabinet covers, he found cereal but couldn't eat it since the milk is expired, unless he eats it dry. He also found some graham crackers. He didn't find anything appetizing so he just went with the crackers. He set the crackers on the counter and opened the package and took one out. He glanced at it for a second and ate the whole thing. Plain. He thought. He took the rest and went back into his bedroom and laid them on the drawers. He climbed back onto his bed, but didn't lay down this time. He sat down with his back leaning against the wall. He took another cracker out and began chewing it. Still bored, he sat there staring into the wall in front of him. He glanced at the clock, 6:54pm. The noiret found himself only taking 5 more crackers before flopping on the bed and lying down right against the wall. He pulled his hood up and pulled his knees into his chest, grasping the fabric of his khaki-colored pants like a little kid.