Midnight. ☆ [boyxboy]

Thoughts.

I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. I should've been in bed sleeping, but I needed a private moment alone to gather myself. Hunter had told me about an hour ago that he wanted to and could have killed me the night he came over.

The night that I saved his life. The night that he almost took mine.

"But he didn't.." I murmured to myself. He didn't. He could have but he didn't. The voice in my head urged and repeated. I took a breath and stared at myself in the mirror, slight dark bags had begun to form underneath both of my eyes. I could barely remember the last time I got a peaceful night of sleep. Most of my nights were spent tossing and turning in bed, being scared awake from nightmares. Surely, lack of sleep wasn't the only thing diminishing my looks, the stress I was dealing with most likely contributed as well.

My brain was a giant pot of stress soup; Chris, school, work, home life and Hunter were the main ingredients. I was way past my stress limit, but on the bright side I was still here. Still going, pushing forward. And that lightened my heart and thoughts.

I grabbed ahold of the cold sink and tightened my grip until my knuckles turned white. And then, I closed my eyes and took a deep inhale, followed by an exhale. Stress-breathing was something my Mother had tried to coax me to do some time ago, instead of taking my midnight walks.

And that's when my eyes sprung open.

As quietly as I could I tip toed out of the bathroom and back into what I assumed to be the master bedroom and Hunters room. He lay in a still heap on his bed and I glanced over to the only thing standing between me and freedom.

The door was some ways away and Hunters bedroom was quite large, so it would take some skill to make it to the door and downstairs. I closed my eyes and thought back to earlier when we first came in, the floor board right in front of the door creaked slightly a--

"What are you doing?"

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I yelled out. "W-What? What are you doing?"

Hunter was sitting up in bed, the moon lignt that poured in through his slightly opened window illuminated his face just a bit. "Zane, What's the matter?"

"Besides being scared half to death.." I muttered.

"Well, normal people are in bed at --" He glanced over at the digital clock hanging above the TV " -- 3:45 A.M, so most of the time they don't get scared"

"Unless they're having nightmares" We said in unison.

"You're having nightmares?" he said in a concerned tone.

I walked over and stood at the end of his bed, nodding as he watched me.

He peeled the covers back beside him and jerked his head a bit, gesturing for me to join him. I assumed.

I smiled just a little and decided that maybe I didn't need the walk, but instead I just needed sleep.

"Where were you going?" He murmured.

I climbed into bed beside him and laid back into the pillows. "I was going to look for something to snack on"

"Well, then I'll make you something to eat"

I released the bite I had on my tongue "I lost my appetite when you scared me" Two lies back to back. You're on a roll, the voice in my head said sarcastically. "I just want to sleep peacefully.. for one night" I sighed and turned over to face him, pressing my cheek to the pillow.

"Close your eyes"

"Huh? Why?" I asked in a confused tone.

"Just do it" he instructed "Close your eyes"

So I did as he asked.

"And hold perfectly still"

I felt Hunter stir in bed for a few moments and then he went still and after that, everything went completly blank.