Trigger Warning: [Implied] Themes of Paranoia and Self Injury.
Kier's PoV
It's always painful when someone you care about stares at you in such a way that makes you question your own sanity. However, when that person happens to be the one person you thought would be there to protect you through it all it changes you. You begin to isolate yourself, hiding every aspect of your once outgoing personality until there's nothing left but the things people hate about you. You begin to hold back opinions and unnecessary thoughts and happiness. Your laughter becomes a distant memory, while your smile becomes extinct. There's nothing left but a shell; a blurred, agonising metal cage where the lock was swallowed months ago. I had become that person, and I had no idea how to get out.
I'd always suffered with nightmares when I was younger, usually the same reoccurring dream of someone I knew and loved long ago; However, nowadays I hardly managed to rest in the first place. The fear was always stopping me, and the crawling sensation of another's eyes staring into my form causing my head to lift from the pillow to assess the room on numerous occasions. Laurence had become accustomed to the lamps flicking on every other hour, my weight lifting from the bed to scamper around the room before I returned to his arms: It hardly woke him anymore, but there were times where I'd wake him in a cold sweat and desperate for protection.
"Laurence!" I whispered, voice unsteady but hushed. "Laurence wake up!"
My boyfriend groaned, turning over from within the sheets to lie on his back, eyes squinting as he gazed up at me.
"Kemp?" He grunted, voice cracking from his somewhat rude awakening. "Wha's going on?"
I whimpered, and the sight of my fearfully wide eyes began to wake him up further. "Laurence," I whispered, controlling my tone a little easier now he was awake. "T-There's someone in the house; Please, I heard them in the hall."
Laurence merely groaned, returning to his previous position lying on his side. "C'mere, Kempy," He grunted, grabbing hold of my arm at the wrist and pulling me down against him, regardless of the amount I'd resist. "Time to sleep."
I never managed to, whining on occasion as the sound of my boyfriend snoring in my ear blocked out whoever was lurking within the darkness.
"Hey, Kemp," I heard a familiar voice whisper, prodding my side with a somewhat rough shove whilst I buried myself further into my floral patterned duvet, merely groaning in response. "C'mon, we'll be late otherwise, and Shane's already dressed so unless you want him getting agitated again I suggest you get ready, and quick."
"Alrigh', Beveridge," I grumbled, sighing deeply before pulling the over off my unclothed form. "Just fetch me some – err- toast though, would you?"
At the sound of his fading heavy footsteps I slowly moved into a seated position, rubbing my eyes as the buzzing began once more. I growled, slamming the palm of my head down on the side of my head in a weak attempt to silence it before moving to stand with a pressurized stretch. Not bothering to cover my chilled, naked form I shuffled out the room and listened out for my band mates, content with the soft sounds of conversation coming from the nearby living room. Standing outside the bathroom I poked open the door slightly to check for intruders, smiling at the sight of being alone in the room, only to jump as a black shadow was spotted from the corner of my eye. I whimpered as I turned, resisting the urge to slam my fist against the nearby wall once discovering there was no one again. With large huffs I stepped into the shower and prodded the button multiples times until I felt the hot sprays of water begin to drench me, only to turn the dial until the water reached an uncomfortable boiling temperature, filling the room with its cloudy, blinding stream. If I couldn't see them; they didn't exist. After a quick wash I left the shower, my form red and burning while I was surrounded by nothing but steam and a distinguishable dampness in the air. Upon entering the bedroom I grabbed whatever clothes were nearest and most clean, the shirt only having a few cat hairs and a single toothpaste mark which could be hidden by a well-placed badge or pass.
