The song that changed my heart

Woken Up Early

 His eyes shot open. Where was he? Everything was black surrounding him. He tried to move his arms, but to no avail. They were thoroughly pinned in place. His legs, torso and head follow suit. No matter how much he tried he couldn't move. With every breath fog appeared and disappeared as he sucked the hot air back in. Cold plastic pressed into his back. The more he thought about the quicker he realized how cold it was. His body was shivering. Causing whatever he was trapped in to vibrate. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of silver light. His eyes moved over only to leave him horrified. There he was wrapped in airtight plastic. Pressed against a plastic place. A price sticker was stuck on it. Rody Lamoree, 2.99. His breathing began to pick up as an eerily familiar hand reached out and grabbed him from the shelf. Rody tried to move again. Desperately thrashing around only to not be noticed. "Hey!" He tried to scream. "HEY!" He tried to scream again. Nothing came from it. He was now left lying face up. Above him he could see his parents. Yet something was different. Where flesh once was only a black void remained. Leaving them to blend into the shadows of the rest of the room. A glint of a knife caught Rody's attention as it slowly made a cut in the air tight packaging. His fathers hands pulled it back. Almost immediately He sat up. He quickly began to run backwards. Turning around and tripping over the plate. As he was falling something sharp pierced his chest. He looked down and almost immediately regretted it. A wooden toothpick leaned against the table. Covered with blood and becoming drenched with more. He wanted nothing more than to wake up. That's what usually happened when he died in dreams. He would wake up. Yet the nightmare continued as he watched his body become lifeless. Hung limply as the toothpick rose up. Leaving a dark stain on the wooden table as he was moved over to a machine he recalled seeing in the kitchen's freezer. He made attempts to thrash around. To scream, to do anything yet there was nothing he could do. His body remained lifeless as he felt the toothpick slip out of him. His arms holding him up on the rim as he heard the grinding of gears. A sharp pain stung through his legs. Rody made another attempt to scream in pain as he could feel them become completely useless. Eventually the feeling in his feet turned numb. The grinder sucking him in. But before he could see what the grinder was producing, He expected to see little chucks of pink and red. Maybe the sight of his shredded clothes, and shoes. Yet he hadn't expected to see paper euros before fully being sucked in.

Rody shot up. A loud scream escaping from his throat before turning into heavy pants. His whole body dripped with sweat. "Rody!" Vincent exclaimed as Rody looked over. Vincent sat cross legged looking at him. Concern laced his face. Rody could feel tears welling up in his eyes. He couldn't hold them back. They began to flow as he placed his heads in his hands. He heard some small shuffling before feeling Vincent's hand gently rubbing his back. "You're okay, it's okay." Rody felt ill at the nightmare he had just had. He moved his legs. Flexing his feet. Thankful they were still there. He sat there and sobbed for a few minutes. Eventually he calmed down. "Do you want to talk about it?" Vincent asked as Rody peaked his head up. Rody shrugged as he looked back down. "It was really gruesome." Rody muttered before Vincent's hand left his back as he felt him shuffle away. "It was nearly time for me to get up anyway." Then he paused. Rody looked at him to see him looking down. Rody followed his gaze and quickly saw why. Small dots of red littered his shirt. Rody quickly stood up as he rushed over to the bathroom. He flicked on the lights. His eyes closed before he looked down at the floor. Letting his eyes adjust. Taking that time to remove his shirt. Small nail marks made a circular pattern around where his heart was. Rody recalled the vivid image of the toothpick being driven through his chest. It sent a shiver down his spine. He could feel his stomach churning. Rody immediately dipped under to look for the first aid kit. His eyes quickly landed on a red box and pulled it out. He rummaged around for the gauze. His eyes landed on it as Vincent's pale hand as he grabbed the roll. Though Rody's eyes were quickly drawn back to his chest when he felt a warm wet rag against the small cuts. Rody took it and continued to press it against his chest. That's when he noticed the dark stains under his fingernails. He must've caused the injuries somehow in his sleep. He began to wipe the blood away. Eventually pulling away so Vincent could wrap it up. "Do you know how I got that?" Rody asked. Vincent shook his head as he tapped the gauze. "Not a clue. I was woken up by your screaming." Vincent replied as he placed the gauze roll, and tape back in the kit. Also organizing it after Rody had messed it up. Rody sighed as he sat on the counter. He felt ill once again, reminded of the nightmares. "You don't look so good." Vincent said as Rody shook his head. "Yeah." Vincent closed the box and placed it back under the cabinet. "I'll give you some food, and see if you can stomach it." Vincent said as he picked up Rody's shirt. "I got it." Rody replied as he grabbed his shirt and began to walk out of the bathroom back into the bedroom. He grabbed a clean one. Not really wanting to change into his uniform just yet. He pulled the clean shirt over his head before walking back into the kitchen. Vincent had already pulled out some crackers. Leaving them laid on the counter for him. "Eat some." He said as he pointed to the crackers as he poured some water into a kettle. Rody grabbed one of the square salty crackers. Placing it into his mouth with a solid crunch. It wasn't the most preferable thing to eat first thing in the morning, but it would suffice. Especially since he was unsure if he would actually be able to hold anything down. Vincent grabbed two mugs and placed them on the counter. After another bite Rody realized he was quite hungry. He grabbed another cracker and took a bite as he sat on a stool. Whilst Vincent was moving around. Digging around for tea bags before grabbing two. "I know it was a morbid nightmare, but are you sure you don't want to talk about it?" Vincent asked as he grabbed a rag from a drawer. "Absolutely sure." Rody replied as he swallowed the cracker. Vincent nodded before a hissing sound rang through the room. Vincent grabbed it with the rag and poured them into the cups. Steam flowed up as Vincent placed the two tea bags into different mugs. He picked one up and handed it to Rody while he took another. Rody let his mug sit for a few minutes just like Vincent. Who was now moving around the kitchen grabbing stuff to make breakfast for him. By then Rody felt he could hold stuff down as he took a sip. The taste of floral hit his mouth. The warm liquor flowed down into his stomach. The smell of bacon filled his nostrils. Being joined with the sound of sizzling. Vincent was once again gliding around the room. Rody once again watched him. Left in amazement. It kind of made Rody wonder how well Vincent would be at dancing. Sure they had danced a tiny bit on their first date, but how well did Vincent do at other dances? He could lift Rody, and Rody knew he could lift him. It seemed Rody was lost in thought for a while. As Vincent snapped his fingers in front of him. "You okay? You've been staring for a while." Vincent asked. "Yeah. Especially because I was staring at something pretty." Rody said. It surprised him, but he wasn't ashamed of it. Especially after seeing Vincent's flushed face. "Breakfast is ready." Vincent replied as he placed a plate in front of Rody. Before walking around and joining. The plate consisted of two biscuits with sandwiches filled with bacon, and scrambled eggs. Rody grabbed a sandwich and shoved it in his mouth. The delicious mix of flavors melted in his mouth as he quickly chewed his food and swallowed almost immediately. "Delicious." Rody said as he looked over at Vincent. No plate in front of him. "Are you not going to eat?" Rody asked as Vincent shrugged. "I'm not hungry." Vincent said. Rody's shoulders slumped. "Please eat today." Rody said as Vincent looked back at him. "Fine, I'll have a lemon." Vincent said as he stood up. He walked over to his tree. Rody watched as Vincent looked around the tree. Deciding on a lemon before walking back over to the kitchen. Cutting it into fourths before bringing it over to join Rody. Taking a bite. He sucked some juice that had leaked out before quickly chewing and swallowing. "Happy?" Vincent replied as Rody smiled and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Very." Rody replied. Vincent sighed. "You're an idiot." Vincent muttred as Rody smiled. The two went back to peacefully eating their breakfast. Rody wished he could spend every morning like this. Him and Vincent just peacefully eating their breakfast. Maybe even relaxing on the couch. Not giving a care in the world. Unfortunately he knew he had work today. But maybe another day.