[He Will Be Watching Me] Bill Cipher x Oc

Chapter 12: The Oncoming Storm

"I'm a thousand years old! YOU THINK YOU CAN KILL ME?!" His loud angry voice startled me, giving me goosebumps. He looked angrier than ever, tired of playing around and ready to kill whoever stood in his way.

"Wow..." I muttered as the scene carried out in front of me. I brought a strawberry to my lips, taking a small bite. This was probably one of the best seasons of the series.

I pressed the spacebar, pausing the episode, and took out one of my earbuds. The only sound reaching my ears was Clara's steady breathing, who was soundly sleeping on the bed underneath mine. If I sharpened my hearing I was able to perceive the rhythmic melody of crickets outside. I gazed into the night, reaching once more for another strawberry, my hand was met by the cool surface of an empty bowl. I let out a surprised sound, as I wasn't aware of already having run out of them.

I looked towards the bowl, a shocked look covering my face. There, floating in midair were the strawberries. I touched one of them, watching as it rolled around itself, lightly bumping against the others. After a couple of seconds they fell down, into the bowl or on the white bed sheets.

"Ok, Alice, it's time you go to bed." I nervously chuckled as I put the all the strawberries in the container. "I think that's enough binge watching for tonight." I closed my laptop and laid down, worriedly staring at the ceiling.

It had been two and a half days since I had tried sleeping for more than thirty minutes. Was I ready to face Bill after the 'therapy session' with my subconscious? There was no point in denying it, my attraction towards Bill wasn't only physical anymore. It wasn't ok; he was manipulative, violent, insane and toxic in each and every way, but... He seemed to care about me?

He had protected me from RG after all, hadn't he? I was thankful to him for that, it could have ended badly. That asshole had pretended to want to be my friend, when in reality he was as much of a creep as Jerry, the security guard. No, even worse, he was not only a creep but a materialistic dick that only cared about my nonexistent money.

I remembered how vulnerable RG's lies made me feel, how Bill's embrace was like a safe haven in which no one could harm me anymore, the following realization of my feelings towards the demon and their consequences, the fear that they...

I woke with a start. I could hardly remember what I had dreamed, and the simple feeling of not being able to recall whatever fabrication my brain had created while I was asleep felt... as food would to a starved man. The absence of the always-present nightmares was so welcome I almost teared up.

I sighed contently and looked at my phone, its bright light blinded me for a second. 6:31 a.m., I had woken up much later than I had grown accustomed to the last couple of days.

I sat up and stretched my arms over my head as much as I could, my back popping pleasantly. I yawned as I rubbed my face with my right hand. Its palm ached and felt rough against the skin of my face. The wound was still relatively fresh, the shower incident having happened only three days ago.

My sister was still asleep and her deep breaths took me back to the previous night's events. The bowl had tipped over overnight and a handful of strawberries were scattered across the bed once more.
The cold of the steps of the ladder seeped through the skin of my feet as I climbed down the bunk bed. I was gonna go and have something to eat before heading out for my morning run, a habit I had taken on since... well, three days ago.

I left a note for Clara, telling her what I was gonna be doing and when I planned on coming back, even though I knew she was still gonna be asleep when I did.

I wasn't fit. My huffing reminded me of the one of a broken bellow and underneath my shirt I felt my sports bra cling to my chest, drenched in sweat. Running helped me take my mind off all the crap I was going through. I has realized I'd rather feel physical pain that psychological one.