'you'll be fine.'
i rubbed my temples in pain.
'walk in alone. walk out a champion.'
i picked up my pencil and try to refocus my aching head on my math. i worked through the the rest of the problems, more erase-marks and crossing out than actual answers on the sheet. a sudden shockwave of pain licked at my skull, causing me to slap my hand to my forehead in anguish. i threw down my pencil in anger and hobbled to the medicine cabinet in my bathroom.
'down the miracle pills. one. two. that's it, kid.'
"tired of this shit." i whispered under my breath. i walked over to my art desk and opened my sketchbook to a clean, white canvas. instantly i started to scribbled whatever came to heart. i felt my imagination point me where to travel on the paper next. lines became shapes, shapes became curves, curves became art. i felt my creativity poor out of my fingertips and splatter onto the page below me, like ink does when it flows from the tip of a pen.
'done, done.'
i closed the book without even looking at what i made and rubbed my temples again; more from deep thought than pain. i looked up at the clock and smirked. 2:01 A.M. : the time of rest for the normal and the waking hours of the creators.
'no sleep. keep going.'
i got up from the desk and open the door to see if the lights were off in my parents' room. once i was sure they were sound asleep, i walked back into my room and turned all of my lights off.
'get dressed fast and move silently.'
my phone buzzed while i was halfway in my t-shirt. i forced my big ass head through the hole and pull my arms through before picking it up.
- bane of my existence (2:03 A.M.) : "adventure? can't sleep. can't create. need stimulus."
i smirked at the white screen below. the last thing he needs is stimulus.
- me (2:03 A.M.) : "i was just about to hit you up. sure, i need one too. is this a metro card adventure or a walking adventure?"
i put my phone down so i could continue getting dressed. as soon as i finished tugging on my boots, my phone buzzed in the darkness.
-bane of my existence (2:07 A.M): "neither. we're going to the stars, baby."
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