Nyctophilia || Ghorror

Should I Trust My Heart Or My Head?

Ricky

Ghost took me up to his room and I instantly loved it. It was grey mostly with some dark red and hints of black. I was set on his bed and handed a tissue to wipe off my ruined make up.

"Thanks." I sniffled and he sits next to me . I swear I stopped breathing for a second. 

Richard don't you dare trust this boy!

But he's so sweet and cute. What's wrong with getting with that?

Are you insane?!

"Ricky listen to your heart alright? It knows what you want. You can't live your life avoiding love. It's not healthy." I nodded and leaned into him. He smiles and puts his arms around me. I really like this. 

"Ricky?"

"Mhmm?"

"Nothing. Just seeing if you were awake."

"Barely." I rubbed my eyes and he lays back pulling me with him. 

"Well you're safe here so you can sleep as long as you want." 

I nodded and went to sleep, knowing I had just fallen so hard for him. This is insanely crazy but I don't care. Yes I met him just yesterday but who's really keeping track? If this is wrong then I don't wanna be right. If gays go to Hell, according to some religious people, then I'll be in good company. I shivered and felt the covers being pulled up. Ghost kissed the top of my head making my cheeks turn red. He laughs softly and held me close. Can I pause this moment and keep it forever? 

"Ricky!" I was awoken to shaking and an anxious voice laced with tears. And pain. Why am I in such pain? I opened my eyes and saw unfamiliar surroundings and a very cute very worried boy looking at me. 

"Oh  thank God you're awake."  Where am I? Who is this cute boy in front of me? It took me a second but I remembered his name. Ghost. What is he to me? Friend? Boyfriend? 

"Ghost where am I?"

"In an ambulance."

"Why?"

"You don't remember?"

Remember? Remember what? The pounding in my head is making it impossible to think. 

"I'll take that confused look as a no."

I finally heard the sirens and they weren't helping my head. I held it and closed my eyes. This pain is just close enough to unbearable that it drives you insane. 

"My head hurts Ghost." I whined and he takes my hand. I could feel my face getting hotter by the second as he held my hand. 

"I know baby i know. It'll be okay soon." 

"What happened?"

"Well you were sleeping with me then I turned my back for two seconds and your Dad was breaking down my door. He beat you and yelled the most offensive things at you. Apparently your mother died in labor and he blames you." 

"Why would he beat me? Doesn't he love me?" I can't remember anything but Ghost's name. I'm guessing were in some sort of relationship given what he's told me. 

"Why can't I remember?"

"The multiple blows to your head has given you amnesia sir." The person in the ambulance says. Amnesia? Is that permanent? What's gonna happen to me?

"Relax Ricky you're gonna be just fine."

"Is that my name?"

"Yes love." I nodded and we were told we were at hospital. Everything after that was a blue of madness as the pounding in my head intensified. I squeezed my eyes shut vainly hoping that'd help. Of course it didn't. When we stopped I opened my eyes  and was hit with a severe sense of nausea. I must have looked pretty green cause a trash can was shoved in my face which I immediately puked in. I was pushed into a room and nurses picked me up and placed me in a hospital bed. I'm really tired and just wanna sleep. But it escapes me replaced by the pain. I whined and some tears fell. Someone grabs my hand but I didn't take the time to notice. 

"I'm so sorry." A sweet voice says brokenly.