"I'm every nightmare you ever had..." - IT
It was a dream. IT wasn't a dream. I grew more confused as the seconds ticked and the minutes rocked. The sky rocked back and forth as the edge of my bedsheets were wet from my sweat. The sweat seeped from my spine, contaminating the room with the unpleasant scent. However, the haggard ivory room had a new painting written with scarlet blood. I checked at the shards of the broken glass cup on the floor to see my cracked reflection. I was lucky. It was better than most of the injuries I got. There were only bruises and a few evident scratches. It could have been much worse, I thought, kicking on the wretched bits that I never bothered on sweeping away.
After the long journey through my bedroom floor, I managed to clutch onto a grey hoodie and black sweatpants. My ripped backpack could still carry most of my necessities as I climbed away and into Derry's dark starry night. Grasping onto my sneakers for life, I hiked to the backyard as I slipped them on.
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Dawn found a way to catch up with me gradually. The right pedal on my bike was pulling against my pushes, escaping from the worn screw. My only goal for the whole night was to pedal past Derry and find a car to hitchhike in if I was lucky. It was the despaired moment, and divine moment of escape. The cult had clicked in the perfect time and I could see the sign of Derry a couple meters away... 3 meters. 2, 1... 50 cm... 30... 20.
Glory and victory... Now I knew how superheroes felt after being vigilant and heroic. It was the short spark and temptation to go further. The sign was shrinking behind but I didn't know that a grin was shrinking me as well. Suddenly, a hand embraced me from heaven and brought me to Derry... once more. However, I couldn't get angry at It... I knew it was pulling me back to his chest as the whole world spun around me. My head landed on it's shoulder, backpack exposed and bike in a havoc.
I could make out it's crimson, luscious lips while feeling nauseous. The grand vast lips that teetered up and down. The edges of his face paint thinning out like the waves in the ocean and tumbling of clouds. I fell unconscious, tracing my lips towards his scent, sniffing up it. Why do I do this? Wake up! I thought yet found hopeless. I was already attracted to IT. I wanted to taste those lips, embrace the patterns of it's face and look beyond it through the orbs.
I want IT.
Now what?
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And I could hear it whisper....
"I caught you..."
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Red Lips//IT
Fiksyen PeminatIt was his red lips. The luscious, red lips that kept taunting me in my sleep. The way his lips moved to my heartbeat..."You'll float too" And the way his lips turned up a notch into his delicious smile. He knew that... he knew I kept imagining his...
