Sleep Paralysis: Fantasy boy

Chapter 3: Fantasy

*Y/n's POV*

*Monday*

*9:30 pm*

Over the weekend, me and Steve have been talking. He still won't tell me about how to bring him to life. He keeps messing with me and moving shit in my room. The picture I hung up on my closet was missing. Then it came back and was on the back of my door. Steve really does understand me. It's kind of weird how I know he watches me. Does he watch me shower? To what extent is he watching me? I wouldn't have a problem if he was watching me shower. I hope he doesn't know what I'm thinking. I finish my nighttime routine and go to sleep.

I wake up and get my sketch book ready. Steve then comes in and shuts the door behind him. He opens the curtains and lets the moon shine in.

"Hey Steve."

"Hey Y/n. What are you drawing?"

"I have something to show you. I know you been eyeing my book."

"It was that obvious?"

"Yup but that's okay."

I hand him my book and he begins going through it.

"This is amazing Y/n. You're an amazing artist. Ever think of selling art?"

"Hell no. I can't sell it."

"Why not? This is perfect."

"What if they make fun of me? I don't want that."

"Look if you ever think of selling this, I promise they won't make fun of you. And so what if they laugh? All the lines look amazing, and the shading is great. Fuck how they feel."

"Thanks Steve."

He hands me the book back and I sit it back on my shelf.

"Steve can I ask you something? If you don't want to answer, then its fine."

"I'm open Y/n."

"Why did you... Kill yourself."

"Why? That's what many people ask. I did it because I simply couldn't take it anymore. Like I said you and I had the same shit going on. You have it a bit lighter than me."

"Why do you hate tv's? Every time you come around, you turn off my television."

"My mother did nothing but watch it. The night I killed myself she had her tv turned all the way up because she was ignoring my crying."

"Crying?"

"Her boyfriend came in and raped me. I told her but she didn't believe a damn thing I said and even punched and slapped me a few times. I cry loudly so she turned the tv all the way up to drown me out. You have many questions so I might as well tell you how I killed myself. Hanging."

"Oh... I'm sorry you went through that."

"That's doesn't matter to me right now anyway. You matter."

"Why are you so caring? The world was so nasty to you."

"Trust me it's hard but not everyone is evil. If they are they have a reason. My mom was attacked by my father, and he got away with it all. She turned to drugs and alcohol for comfort."

"So I should have some mercy for my dad?"

"Just a bit. Do you know why he is like this?"

"The day my mom was giving birth to me. My dad was driving her and some drunk guy hit the car and wrecked it bad. My mom got paralyzed from the neck down and my father got a bunch of bones broken. My mom died but the doctors still had my birth happen. The drunk guy ended up getting away with it. I don't know how but he did. Now my dad takes all his anger out on me."