Darko's Adopted Kid (Adopted by Dawko) ★

★ CHAPTER 9 - Tranquility. ★

(DARKO'S POV)

What. A. Day.

Thank the ginger Jesus for YouTube tutorials because I would not have survived painting if I didn’t watch them the night before. Now, I am sitting on the sofa finally relaxing. Taking care of a child is exhausting, what the actual fuck was Lewis thinking? And how are we supposed to record YouTube videos!? I told his subscribers I, well, he was taking a short break from YouTube but that clearly can’t be forever. I have been asleep for months and do not want to go back to sleep after a singular week but taking care of this child is quite exhausting. I don't know how he’s gonna do it if I can’t. I don’t wish any harm on AK-47 or whatever their name is but I already need a break. They’re a sweet kid, it’s just that I am not fit to be a caretaker. They’re asleep now and sleeping in my bed which I don’t care about. But now I’m stuck on the sofa with nothing to do. Apparently there is going to be a storm later tonight. That’s gonna be interesting.

I guess I can just quietly watch the television while drinking a cup of tea. Tea makes everything better. Tea always makes me happy and calms me in a way. It is a literal blessing. Maybe I should watch a show about tea, maybe some sort of documentary. That would be interesting. I’d just have to put the TV on low volume so I don’t wake the kid up on accident. I really don’t want them to see me without my blue contacts in, how the hell do you explain having pure white eyes!? I don’t even know how it’s possible but it has happened and that is how I am. Guess it’s a feature of mine.

My eyes are cool but I don’t feel like answering questions that I don’t actually have the answer to. Oh well, maybe someday I’ll know but tonight is certainly not that day. I’m just gonna sit on the sofa and watch a tea documentary until I drift off to the land of sleep. I have great dreams! Dreams of chasing people. Killing people. I dream of killing Lewis’ friends, I dream of their screams and cries as they beg Lewis to stop hurting them. Not quite knowing that it isn’t Lewis that’s hurting them. But it’s all the more fun to have them believe it’s their close friend betraying them and swimming in their blood in a way. Dreams are great because they let me live what I can’t.

I can be my true self with no consequences. In a way, I’m fairly certain my dreams are lucid dreams because I always control what happens in them. It’s very fun, relaxing even. And yes, I have tea in my dreams too but that’s not the main focus. I love the feeling of blood and the warmth of it. I love the weight of knives and plunging them into something or someone. My dreams are everything. Lewis sometimes witnesses them and he’s horrified because I hurt his friends.

My dreams are his nightmares.

They don’t cause any actual harm, so why fear them? I think he’s a bit silly a majority of the time. It just sucks that I can feel his emotions sometimes. Like his sorrow. I hate it. Well, maybe while I watch this tea documentary I can think of what dream I’d like to have tonight and maybe he won’t be involved. Who knows. There’s also supposed to be that storm later tonight, I’ll probably just sleep through it. I don’t know about the kid though.

I laid down on the couch and put my head onto one of the pillows, mindlessly watching the screen. I finished my last cup of tea and I shockingly don’t feel like making anymore, I’m really tired.

I wonder if I’m a good father. I wonder if Lewis thinks I’m a good father, if he can see what I’m doing. I don’t like being one, it’s not my place. But apparently the universe has forced it onto me so that’s fantastic. I think the kid is onto me though, I probably behave really oddly, don’t I? Eh, someone’s gotta take care of them. Leave it to the impulsive, violent, and snarky being inside of a man’s head! Haha…