Devilish Eyes

Just a Dream?

As he pushes me against the wall, I feel his heat, climbing up my body making my heart race faster and faster until, until I cant take it anymore, I want him! I want you I say to the mysterious shadow and as his lips touch the nips of my neck, he drags his bottom luscious lip, up my mine and stares into my hazel eyes, and all I saw were these dark red velveted eyes, as if dips of blood, and replies, I've waited for so long to hear those words.

After that, he lifts me up as if a cloud, and roughly yet seductively throws me on the bed, climbing upwards where our bodies almost merged against each others, I decide its time. I undid his black button up shirt and whisper , can you-

Waking up I screamed Fuck! What was happening to me? I didn't understand! Was it all a dream, as I put my hand against my chest, I grab onto my lavender colored, long dress-like shirt and look around my room. My destroyed room. All I could remember was coming home during the afternoon, pissed, and let all my anger and rage out. But why did that man show up?

It was all a dream, it must have been, right? Holy shit I feel woozy, as if the harder I try to remember anything about him or my feelings, my mind kind of just, blanks out and get really bad migraine. As my long dark brown hair drooped over my face, I grab the hairs and pull it back. Ew was I sweating? What the fuck? Was it real? I didn't know. All I knew, all I saw, all I could remember was those burgundy colored eyes.

The eyes of a demon.

Turning to my left, I saw my phone on the floor charging, like any other person, I checked my notifications, but I didn't even pay any attention to that because LOOK AT THE TIME, OH MY LORD I AM GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL! But hold on, its my first day of a new school, though this is in fact the winter to spring semester. You see, in my home town, high schools have only two semesters, not four because we are weird.

So there is the fall to winter semester and the winter to spring semester. I was homeschooled throughout my life so the only friends I had was my dog and ya, that's pretty much it. I don't feel bad about it, I like this life because I don't have any drama or some other bullshit to screw me over, but my mom thought it was time to become socially indulged but hey what's wrong with being an awkward person? I like awkward people since I am one myself...though I like talking hahaha. I doubt anyone will understand me in any case. Wait what am I doing here just rambling on and on, I got to get ready!

Running to my bathroom I quickly grab my toothbrush, squirt some paste out, wow that sounds weird especially after that dream or whatever the fuck that was, and I shove it in my mouth, oh lord again with the irony.

Anywho, I quickly wash up, get dressed, and I love my style or ootd how the cool kids say. I decided to wear some black skinny jeans with that ripped thingy where the knees are at, which fun fact, I accidentally stuck my foot through there twice, almost ending up with me ripping my jeans, but whatever, and my shirt was just a noodle strapped thingy ma bober which, ha, irony again, it was the color of the man's eyes.

No time to change it to a white one so since I really didn't care, I grabbed my sweeter thing, forgot what its called, oh ya a jacket! Wow I'm stupid. So I put that on, went downstairs, kissed my mom, said hi and hugged my dog, almost leaving the house, but I remembered, when someone goes to school they usually take their backpack.. So, as the biggest dipshit in the world, I run back upstairs, tripping on shoes, rugs, and steps, I grab my black vans backpack, I know right I'm so hip *imaginary hair flip* and after that moment of sassiness I raced down the stairs, of course tripping over again, but this time falling down the stairs. All I heard was dishes crash, Jay, are you okay? You scared me to death. said my amaze-balls mother who, thank goodness, can cook, I heard stories that many moms didn't know how to make a salad...Well, after that satisfying face plant, I sprint up and yelled IM GOOD MAMABEAR JUST BEING A CLUMSY WEIRDO WELL IMMA GO NOW SO BYEEEEE.

Slamming the door, I heard my dog barking and I feel like she said, what are you doing you imbecile for a child, have you now manners? Whilst sipping on tea. I have no clue as to why, but my dog is British in my head. Heading down the streets, it starts raining like, what the hell man, really?