Plot Twist
One- Best Friends Always Have Your Backs
POV//: Blake Falser
I woke up in the middle of the night, sweaty, and gasping for air. My heart was beating at a rapid pace, and I was sure it would soon jump out of my chest.
I wrestled my way out of my blankets, and sat on the edge of my bed, my breathing was heavy, and I struggled to calm myself.
This was the third time tonight, I complained to myself as I hit my self in the head, with the palm of my hand. I just wanted the monstrous images out of my head already.
My eyes wondered over to my digital clock, which sat atop of my nightstand, as I wondered what time it was. The clock flashed six o'clock in a blue hue and I sighed deeply into my hands.
I might as well get up already, I thought to my self, as I sluggishly made my way to my dresser.
I turned on the lamp on top of the light blue dresser, I was standing in front of, and flinched at its brightness. I blinked a few times as I got used to the lighting before I searched for something to wear.
I pulled out a pair of black jeans, with holes at the knees, hence pulling out a mid thigh black T-shirt to match my pants.
I grabbed a pair of blue boxers before going into the bathroom that was across from my bedroom.
As I set my clothes onto the toilet, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I flinched. I barely recognising my own reflection.
The person standing in front of me has red, tiered, dark brown eyes. Their bags under their eyes were huge from the sleep they unsuccessfully tried to get. They had light brown hair that was messy; due to the amount of movement they had from earlier on that night. Their skin was pale, a little to pale and their body was scrawny. I picked up my shirt only to see my ribs and the scars from cutting myself.
I stopped cutting a few months back, but the scars stayed, my arms were covered in them as well, bringing me back to the horrid memories.
I gave my reflection a sad look before I stripped my clothes off, and I started running the warm water. I walked into the tub, almost immediately the warm water soaked my body, relieving me from the restless night.
I soon stopped the shower and dressed myself before realizing that my red, puffy eyes had disappeared, as well as my bags, though they were still noticeable, they were better than before. As for my hair, it was wet so it wasn't as messy. The curls just hung off my eyebrows, barely visible for my eyes to see.
I tried to spike it up with the little hair gel I had, but it soon did its own thing. I liked it, but I knew people would stare. I decided against combing it down, not really giving two shits if anyone actually cared about how my hair looked.
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With a lot of effort, I made my way out of my room and into the kitchen, where my parents sat; talking about my brothers achievements.
They ignored my existence as I ignored theirs. I grabbed a bowl and my favorite cereal, but before I actually poured cereal into the glass bowl my mother spoke.
“Don't eat it all, Jake,” My mother warned and I flinched at the name she called me.
My name is Blake, and her not saying the name she gave me at birth hurts. I don't know why I seem like a waste of space in her eyes.
“I won't,” I responded, my voice quite gruff from speaking so early in the morning.
“Well, you have been gaining weight, it wouldn't be a surprise if you ate the whole box,” My father sneers, and I hesitate to pick up the box of Cheerios again.
