I wake to find moonlight still seeping through the curtains. My eyes focus and I take in my surroundings. I'm in my bedroom, my acoustic guitar sits in the corner of the room along with my bass and amplifier. I stand up from the bed and look at my glowing clock on my nightstand. It reads 2:30 am. I yawn as I stretch out my arms. I can't seem to shake the nightmares of my night. I can almost still feel the bullet going through my left shoulder. I can still see the face of the shooter, staring at me with blank, brainwashed eyes.
I feel a tear escape out of my eye. I brush it away quickly then wrap my arms around myself. I feel my feet taking me in the direction of Kyle's room. His door creaks open under the soft force of my hand, his light snores fill the room. The silence beyond that is unbearable. I see his face contort and he turns toward my direction. Slowly opening his eyes he gives out a small gasp, surprised to see me standing in his doorway.
"Nightmare?" He asks; a sympathetic smile plays on his lips. I nod and give out a small squeak. He opens his arms gesturing for me to lie down next to him. I walk slowly toward him and lie down in his arms. He pulls me closer and starts rubbing my arms.
"Want to talk about it?" He whispers into my hair. I shake my head in response, the feeling still haunting me. He nods and I feel his eyelashes brush against my hair, his eyes now closed. Within two minutes his soft snores fill the room again. I feel myself growing tired because of the melodic sound. I have always found that being close to someone I love, especially Kyle has always helped me sleep. Just being with someone who is like a brother to me. My eyes drift closed and I hope that no nightmares will reach me while I'm with him.
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I sat on the balcony of my apartment, my legs were swinging in the wind. A grin spread across my face as I saw the black and purple haired boy that lived in the building next door step out onto his balcony which is directly adjacent to mine and lays only a few inches from where I sat.
He saw me and gave me a light smile. That smile. It could always brighten my day. I felt myself biting my lip as he went to sit on the edge of his balcony. His dark, shocking blue eyes looked across the gap into my sea green eyes.
"Meet me downstairs in two minutes," he said, something flicked pass his eyes. Desire? Lust? Possibly just excitement. I nodded as he stood back up walking back into his apartment. I sat in a daze for another minute before I found myself running into the apartment and down the stairs outside of the front door.
Now it's all different.
Moments like that will never exist again.
Ever since he went missing.
Ever since he was claimed dead.
Everything I used to feel is gone.
Everything is different.
It's almost as though when they said he died, a part of me died. Now he just lies a daydream away. Just far enough outside the realm of possibility that I'll never get him back. It makes me sick. People say that a god exists, but if he really did, why would things like this happen? Why would good people get hurt?
Now I just sit.
Ready to leave.
Ready to be gone.
Ready to not exist.
Why do I exist?
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I'M SORRY FOR ALL THE SHORT CHAPTERS!!!! Right now a lot of these are just fillers, I SWEAR THEY'LL GET LONGER, although you are getting faster updates haha. Thank you so much for all the votes and comments it helps me out so much! I love you all!!!!
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