Don't Touch Him[ON HOLD]

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 Warning: underaged smoking

Tord's POV. 

I glance over at the clock by my bed. 2:19 am. Sighing I look back at the ceiling. Even though my eyelids where heavy I didn't let them close. If I where to sleep now they would come for me. The shadows, monsters, and worst of all my own memories. In order for me to flee from these fears I stay up till 3 in the morning. Hoping that my sleep would be dreamless. 2:20 am. 

Slipping my feet out of bed, I stand. The wood floor was cold under my feet. I slip silently out of my room and down the hall to the kitchen. A single light was on, illuminating the small simple kitchen. I pull a small glass from the cupboard. Turning to the top of the fridge, I notice the familiar wooden box. Reaching up I grab the box and pull it down. The box was a simple dark oak rectangle, and inside housed a handful of cigars. I pull one out of the box and slowly make my way back up to my room.

It was always a bad habit to smoke when I'm stressed. I knew with every cigar I was shortening my life. And to be honest, I didn't care. I take a long puff from the cigar, sighing. Smoking always gave me a relaxed feeling. "Tord?" Paul asks, opening the door. I turn to look at him. He gives me a soft frown. " I thought you said you where gonna quit." I sigh and take another puff. :"I know I know. Its just....." I trail off, not wanting to talk about it. 

Paul places a hand on my shoulder. "Is it the dreams again?" I nod and look down at my hands. One was covered in scarred flesh, caused by multiple cuts and burns. The other, a shinny red metal arm. It was a result of an accident I could never forget. I clench the robotic arm into a fist and release it. 

Paul takes the cigar out of my hand and puts it out. "You should get some sleep. Tomorrow is the first day of school for you." I take a deep breath and nod. Paul gives me a soft smile before leaving me alone with my thoughts. 

I crawl under my covers and stare at the wall. After a few minutes of staring I feel the familiar panic creep up my spine. I could feel someone's eyes on my back. My brain starts thinking of all the sinarios that could happen if I turned around.

The fear gets worst, my breathing quickens. Finally unable to take it anymore I grab the headphones off my nightstand and open my phone. After a few more panicked seconds loud music starts to play. I sigh and let the music drown out any thoughts I had. My breathing calms. After a few minutes I fall asleep. Praying for it to be dreamless. To bad I have awful luck.

A/N I finally got this thing out! Wooooop! I'm sorry its so short but at least its something! Thanks again for reading and I hope you have a good night!