Blank Space °°Brallon/Ryden°°

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Dallon rolled over on his bed, clutching his blankets tightly. His brow was furrowed, and his expression was grim. His head jerked from side to side before he shot upright.

His breathing was heavy as he slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times before taking in his surroundings.

He was in his room. He was on his bed. He was... Naked on top of the sheets?

Dallon looked around the room before back at his bare figure. Why was he naked? He didn't like sleeping without some sort of covering. It was cold, as well, why wasn't he under the covers?..

A breath of air escaped his lips, fogging the air in front of him momentarily. Dallon shivered, wrapping his arms across his chest. He adjusted his body so that his legs were dangling over the side of the bed. He looked at the bathroom, just feet away. He uncrossed his arms and pushed himself off the bed, hurrying across the soft carpet to the bathroom.

"Cold floor, cold floor!" He muttered to himself as he crossed over the speckled tiles. He let out a sigh of relief as his bare feet met the shaggy bathroom mat in front of his shower.

With how cold his room was, a warm shower was the first thing to come to mind, so he acted upon it. He twisted the chilled knob and set the water for hot. He shivered as the water began to flow, wondering what time it was.

As soon as steam began to fill the air, Dallon hurriedly climbed into the shower. The burning water made Dallon sigh in relief. It felt so good compared to the cold air in his room and bathroom. He shut his eyes as he rubbed the cascading water against his skin.

He didn't really remember going to bed last night. He didn't fully remember what woke him up, either...

He ducked into the water, letting it hit his face. He shook his head, sending water that stuck to his hair flying against the wall and shower door.

What the hell happened earlier? Why was his memory so fuzzy before he woke up?.. All he saw was a dark figure against a darker background...

Dallon opened his eyes with a gasp, pulling back from the water. Who the hell was that? Dallon tried to bring the thought back, but it had already left his mind.

"What the hell?.." Dallon whispered to himself, bringing his hands up and pushing fingers through his hair. He knew he had met Brendon at his studio, left after there was some miscommunication or something... But what had happened with the later of his day?

Dallon finished with his shower and turned off the water. He opened the shower doors, swiping at the mist that hung in the air, due to the temperature of the shower, while reaching for the red towel hanging on the wall. He wiped his face dry before shaking the towel through his hair.

The mist in the room was thick to the point that it somehow still retained heat. Dallon flicked his towel at it before wrapping it around his waist. He stepped out of the shower, into the misty air of the bathroom.

Dallon inhaled deeply, finding it somewhat relaxing. He turned towards the sink and reached up to wipe moisture off the mirror. He smiled tiredly at his reflection. He reached up to push his hair into a limp quiff.

"What did I get into last night?.." He wondered out loud, noticing a thin scratch mark on his neck. It wasn't bleeding, but it also wasn't there earlier. Dallon shifted his gaze back up to his face with a blink.

Blood was splattered over his face, and a devilish smirk greeted him in his reflection. Dallon cried out at the sight, stumbling backwards. His footing slipped, sending him backwards into a wall. He slid down, holding the back of his head where he hit and holding his eyes tightly shut. He let out a soft groan; his head was already beginning to throb.

He opened his eyes slowly. The mist was evaporating around him and the cool air was beginning to set in. Dallon pushed himself to his feet, still running the back of his head. He looked immediately at the mirror, unsure of what he had just seen.

His plain reflection looked back with bewilderment and a slight pain. No blood. No smirk. It was just him.

Dallon lowered his hand from his head, taking a step towards the mirror. He squinted at his reflection as he reached out for it. His fingers touched and slid up the glass until his palm was flat against it.

"What?.." Dallon tilted his head at his hand before looking back at his face. There was nothing odd about it, now. It only made him wonder how that had even happened...

Dallon shook his head, swiftly pulling his hand away from the glass. "I must just be tired..." He reasoned with himself as he carefully made his way out of the bathroom and onto his room's soft carpet. He hurried over to his drawer and grabbed a pair of underwear to cover himself. He left his towel on the floor by his bed as he crawled onto it. He threw his blankets to the side in order to crawl under them and encase himself in the warmth.

He curled up, holding his blanket close. He tried to close his eyes but, every time he did, he saw the bloody face and haunting smirk. He chose to instead stare into the dark.

That face had terrified him... Simply because it had been his face. The face had looked so different, yet it was his...

"It was nothing..." Dallon assured himself, turning his gaze up at the ceiling. "You're just seeing things... No more horror movies before bed..." He yawned, feeling his eyes finally beginning to grow heavy. He let his head roll to the side before he shut his eyes.

Soon, he was asleep. When he woke up, he barely remembered the incident at all.