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i m a g i n e d r a g o n sIt was only after he woke, at around 7:30, that he realised he had ran out of coffee. If you knew anything about Robin Harmon-it was that he drank coffee like he breathed oxygen. With a pitiful groan, he stretched his slender arm across the bed and grasped his phone, dialling his well-trusted friend Caitlyn. He turned it onto loud speaker as he dropped it on his pillow and forced his fatigue body out of bed.
"Hey handsome,"-he heard the smile in her voice as she laughed-"You enjoy your lie in?"
"Cait I have no coffee." He said bluntly, the sleep clouding his mind as he pulled his black jeans up his thin legs.
"Fucking hell, Robin Harmon with no coffee? Don't worry, handsome, I've got you sorted. Be here in twenty!" She called as she hung up.
Robin vigorously rubbed his baby blue eyes before pulling a soft, cotton white jumper over his torso-the sleeves fell over his painted black nails. He rushed to the bathroom and washed himself-hygiene was immensely important-and ran a hand through his pastel pink hair. Everyone constantly told him that he looked like cotton candy and he quite liked being referred to as a 'snack'. He didn't have time to clean the metal in his nose today, two studs that fitted in either side of his nose and a hoop that hung snugly from his septum, but they were always kept spotless from his cleaning routines. A sane person would say he had OCD, but Robin just thought of it as good health and piece of mind.
The pallor of Robin's skin stared back at him in the mirror. He tried to swallow the thick, sticky lump in his dry throat-but the attempt was pointless. He scrambled into the medical cupboard and released one of his benzodiazepines into his hand and threw it back to his throat. He quickly filled a small glass cup with water and swallowed it with an alacrity. God, he hated this. The thought of going to school made his stomach turn, he felt sick to the core.
Robin slipped his feet into his black suede creeper shoes and fastened the laces hastily. He rushed downstairs-both his parents already at work-grasped his burgundy satchel and ran outside. He straddled the leather seat of his Mixte 8 bike and set off for his college.
Mixed emotions filled his chest as he forced himself to peddle faster. His boyfriend of a year had broken up with him six weeks before hand-he'd had the entire summer holiday to think of how heartbreaking it was. Honestly, he was fine with the break up itself, but words couldn't describe the sickness he felt when he saw a sex video recorded by his ex of him all over Snapchat.
He couldn't eat. Couldn't sleep. Couldn't drink. Couldn't function. Couldn't wash.
The weight fell away from his depleting body as the summer blossomed. He hated himself, hated the way he looked on the video-lying under his ex faking a moan as he was jacked off. He'd been labelled as a 'slut'. The amount of men asking him for a quick shag broke his heart. He'd never considered himself promiscuous, and the thought of making love with someone else made his insides rot.
Caitlyn was a peculiar looking girl. She stood at 5'2 and was more on the plump side of life-and yet she was stunning. Her hair was dyed electric blue, she wore thick eyeliner on her face and black lipstick on her mouth. She waited for Robin, wearing a black skater dress with thigh high socks and New Rock boots. A grin crawled across her face as he pulled up on his bicycle and tied it to the stand with his beloved bike chain.
She walked over and thrust the cup of coffee out to him-oh how he loved her-and placed it into his hands.
"You are bloody fantastic." He exclaimed as he devoured the cup of caffeine.
"Ready to brave the storm?" She asked, putting a hand on her hip.
"No," He sucked in a sharp breath. "He messaged me yesterday, wishing me good-luck."
"What a sick bastard." She frowned and held her hand out to me. "C'mon handsome, you'll knock 'em dead."Oh, he thought, I wish that were true.
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