Damon, when he was 11, watched something that changed his life forever. And after "being in" jail for years he gets offered a job at the BAU. But something was always off about Damon. No one knew what.
Maybe it was his hair
Or his clothes
Or the fa...
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chapter five Nightmare
Damon stood in the dimly lit hallway of his childhood home. The uncomfortable runner rug sat under his bare feet. Warm, fresh blood covered his young hands. The blonde slowly dripped onto his pale feet, that soon trickled between his toes onto the white rug.
He went to scream, but no words were spoken. He couldn't yell, or scream. No noise came out of his open mouth. He hadn't move, just his mouth begging for words.
He felt like he was drowning. Head under water and lungs filling with water. Eyes blurry and screams muffled by the water.
Damon woke up.
His breathing shallow and uneasy. Heart screaming and mind racing. He slowly pulled his body to the side of the bed, feet touching the cold carpet that covered his hotel room. Cold sweats dripped down his throbbing, bare chest. Sweat fell, like water down his forehead and onto his shorts as he looked down, eyes closed.
The nightmare replaying in his head, like a movie. Standing in that hallway, paralyzed, with blood covering his hands. It was younger Damon, in the dream. Middle school or High School, he couldn't tell, he had looked mostly the same in both years.
He ran a boney hand through his brown, sweat drenched hair with a sigh. Damon took a deep breath and looked at the time. "1:02am" The alarm clock read, on the side table next to the hotel bed. He slowly got up and walked to his bathroom, and turned on the shower before closing the curtain.
The stream from the shower slowly started filling up the bathroom, fogging over the mirror. Damon closed the bathroom door then took off his black shorts and his boxers.
Slowly he stepped into the shower, the hot water burning his skin. Damon placed his hand on the shower wall, head down. The water falling past his face and through his hair. Down his back and past his legs. Air stuffy with the steam from the shower and Damon hissed a little every time the water fell.
Once Damon got out of the shower, he slowly dried his throbbing skin off before walking back into the main part of his hotel room, towel around his waist. He grabbed a tank top and shorts from his suitcase and slid them on, letting his wet hair fall loosely. Slowly he slid on a pair of runners then grabbed his phone and zipped up a sweater, not fully.
Damon closed his hotel room door and walked down the hallway to the elevator. As the elevator door closed, Damon rested his head against the cold metal mirror, placing his headphones over his ears.
He closed his eyes as the music played loudly in his ears. Once the elevator door opened, Damon stepped out and looked around.
