Pretty boy (Nick Sturniolo ff)

Chapter 11

*knock* *knock* ......

Knocking came from the door. I get up from the couch and walk over to the door and unlock it. My hand pulls the door open to reveal Ben.

He had a small smile on his face.

"Hey." He said to me.
"Hi." I say back to him, smiling a bit.

I move out of the way and he walks in, going to the table to set his stuff down.

"Im pretty tired now not gonna lie, so uh.. I'm gonna head to bed." I spoke, closing and locking the door back quietly.

Ben nodded.
"Goodnight Nick."

I smiled and turned away, heading to my room. When I opened my door I walked in and closed it behind me.

A yawn escaped out of my mouth as I made my way to my bed to lay down. I pulled my shirt off and tossed it into the hamper, crawling into my cold bed.

I pulled the sheets over my bare chest and adjusted in them, getting comfortable. My eyes closed and I slowly started to doze off, until I completely fell asleep.

...............

I open my eyes and everything around my room is dark. My eyes wandered around and I couldn't see much. I tried to lift my arm up but I couldn't move it.

My legs, my head... my whole body. Wasn't able to move at all.

I can't even talk.

A dark shadowy figure started coming into view. Thoughts were running through my head but they weren't come out of my mouth.

The thing moved closer to me. My breathing became shallow and it became harder to breathe and a constant pressure becoming more intense on my chest.

Suffocating pressure had come down onto me. I wanted to scream but wasn't able to.

As the figure moved closer and closer, it doubled in size. It came down on me and I immediately woke up.

I sat up. My chest rapidly falling up and down as I breathed heavily. Sweat rolled down my forehead.

My room was still dark. I grabbed my phone and checked the time.

4:39

My hand grazed my forehead and I moved out of bed, getting up and walking to the door. Slowly, i creaked my door open, leaving and going to the kitchen.

The house felt quiet. When I reached the end of the hall, my head slowly peaked into the living room. Ben was slumped over the couch. His blonde hair draping over his face with light from the tv shining onto him.

A little grin creeps onto my face. I continued quietly making my way to the kitchen. Not paying attention, I stub my toe into the wall.

I shrieked then covered my mouth wanting to scream and cry. It hurt like hell.

I look back to see if Ben had woken up. His head picked up slightly and I could see him move. He brought his hands up to rub his face.

Staying in my room would've prevented this. I sigh quietly letting my hand drop to my side, still in pain from my toe.

Ben had sit up at this point and looked at me. His eyes still squinted as he yawned. I looked down and hobbled straight to the kitchen. When I got there, I reached into the cabinet to grab a glass.

Faintly, I heard shuffling come up behind me. My hand brings the glass down to sit it on the counter. Definitely wasn't gonna look behind me. I already know he's behind me. Which is why I won't.