Tumblr Inspiration (Kellic)

Chapter Seven

So after 3 months, I'm finally going to continue this story. I don't even know what made me want to continue it all of a sudden. I was just randomly reading through it at like.. 5am and was thinking, wow this is pretty good, what will happen next?? Then I remembered it was my story and I control it. Haha so here it is, I guess. [Trigger Warning]

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My eyes fluttered opened then immediately shut at the foreign brightness that invaded my sight. That was weird. My room is always dark.

I forced them open again and this time really took in my surroundings. I saw a TV in front of me, that wasn't mine, and the duvet that covered me was only vaguely familiar.

I stretch, letting out weird noises before sitting up and looking around some more. On the other side of the room I see a bed that's empty. But I remember the bed and suddenly everything hits me. I'm in Mike's room.

I feel better knowing where I am and that I'm safe, but it's still an uncomfortable feeling being in somebody else's house. I stand up and stretch a little more, this time yawning but stopping midway. There is a sudden burst of pain that punches through my jaw. I wince in pain and go over to the mirror on the wall.

"Shit," I murmur to myself once I catch glimpse of my reflection. My jaw is a pallet of blues, purples, and even greens. Not only does it look bad, it feels awful. To match my off putting jaw are the dark bags under my eyes. I seriously look like trash.

I pry my eyes from the mirror and go back to the sofa, that was my bed for the night. I look around for my phone but have no idea where it is. I try to mentally retrace my steps, attempting to remember where I last used my phone. It hits me that the last time I used it, was when I was on the couch with Vic. My eyes widen in fear. I don't waste another second before I'm running up the stairs of the basement that is Mike's room.

I don't have a lock on my phone because I always have it on me. I've never been put in a situation where I didn't have my phone, so I just never came around to putting one in. But now I'm in a house, I've only been in a handful of times, with people I'm not entirely sure I can trust. Mike doesn't know about my Tumblr in depth. And Vic, I hardly know the guy. What if he goes through my phone? He'll be sure to think I'm a freak.

I rush up the stairs to the living room. Both Vic and Mike are sit on the couch, cereal bowls in their hand and cartoons on the TV. And here I am, running in like a psycho- they both looked at me like I was one.

My body defiantly was not fit for such running, especially this early in the morning. I was a bit of a wheezing mess but once I caught my breath, I gave them an awkward smile and laugh. I saw that my phone was still on the couch and let out a sigh of relief.

"You okay?" Mike asked me. Vic had already shifted his attention back to the television, while Mike still held a concerned look on his face.

"Yeah." I assured him. He nodded, still looking skeptical but still eventually turned back to the television as well. I sat on the couch and grabbed my phone that was near Vic. I brought the screen to life and was immediately met with the chat from 'stay away from my friends'