Ghost Boys [bxb]

{Insomnia}

I waited for darkness to cape over the small town. In no time the moon came out of hiding as the shy stars shone brighter than in the city. I waited for my time,

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It was 5 am.

My mind was shipwrecked at the idea of staying inside to weep. My mother in the room across from mine slept soundlessly as my breath hitched with each step I took, closer to my freedom. I reached for the frosty knob and opened the door to be greeted with fields lined with trees as faint headlights flew by as fast as they came. Familiarity was not a word I could use to describe my new settlement. My mind was aching, my eyes were stained from tears. Why was I awake? I looked up at the stars, they blinked at me as I blinked back. I looked around for something, anything to keep my mind off of the crashing tidal waves of anti-depressants in my body. Behind me stood the trashcan, its lean figure stood tall and lead to the roof. I saw no reason to stand here by the doorway so I lunged myself a top the trashcan lid, careful not to fall in and jumped up to the roof with as little sound as possible. I turned around to look at the view, the darkness and faint sunlight from the horizon lit up the fields but it wasn't as breathtaking as I thought it would be, but then I looked up. The twinkling stars left me with a gaping mouth, in the city there were no stars. They were always masked by the artificial light. Here there were maybe thousands! Gazillions! I would spend every hour of my life counting the stars if I could only be alone for just a few seconds. Every moment of my life my mind comes crashing down on me. This voice in my head has consumed my thoughts, every night I wake up with the thought of,

"I'm not alone,"

I look around and find my sheets stained with tears, my eyes red and my hands numbed from shaking. Faint shadows in my room run wild as does my imagination, but am I dreaming? These horrors I see felt too real to even be called a sickness.

But this wasn't the time for me to dwell on my scars. I looked around, on the neighbouring house to my right there stood a boy. In this dim light I couldn't tell how old he was but his hair was as dark as the sky as his pale features almost looked as if they were glowing. On his face was a grim readable expression, it was almost scary. His eyes were watery as his mouth formed a straight line. Loneliness.

"Hey are you okay?"

I reached out to him, the stranger turned my way. His eyes gleamed alive as the lights in the sky.

"Why do you ask?"

His voice could be thunderous if only he spoke louder.

"Because we're the only ones up here and I'm not okay,"

His dark curls wrapped around each other as his pinkish lips tugged up.

"Hah, insomnia."

What a coincidence...

"Really?"

"Yes that's a thing,"

His voice was harsh, as if he thought I didn't believe in him. He's been hurt before.

"Oh sorry, it's just- I have that as well,"

His eyes were speaking to me in a way that was not heard, yet they screamed "I'm not alone."

"Really?"

"Yeah... it really messes with me,"

He laughed a small laugh but not a giggle.

"No kidding, I guess I'll be seeing you around more often?"

"Hopefully not on our rooftops,"

He chuckled and muttered something so quiet only he could have heard it.

"What's your name?"

"Jasper, and yours?"

Jasper. What a nice name.

"Milo,"

My name wasn't as nice as his but it was mine and I have to live with it as he has to live with Jasper.

"Milo, would you like to know all my secrets?"

"Why ask me? We've just met?"

"Because 4am knows all of mine and it seems that you deserve to know as well,"

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And that's the end of chapter one :)

Thank you so much for reading my first published short story!

Have a great day :)

-A

Published: July 11, 2017

(psst keep reading)

Holy shit lmao I completely left wattpad but I'm back now and I really want to finish this book so I'll be rewriting chapters from time to time and publishing new ones. Hopefully I'll have more time and less writer's block to finish writing Ghost Boys but yeah thats gist of it!

-A

Rewritten: November 21, 2017

Edited: March 15, 2018