Overseas

Somewhere Blue

"Vær så snill! Please, papa!"

Pained whimpering and sniffling filled the atmosphere.

"Nei!"

"David, listen to me! This is too far!" Came an all too familiar feminine voice.

"Jeg sa NEI!"

Tord screamed in agony.

He shot out of his bed, gasping and panting desperately for air. Shivers continued to rack his body as he shooed the nightmares from his mind. He felt like he was on fire.

Reaching for his phone, he felt a strong migraine hit his head, pounding like a hammer to his temples. He then instead retracted his hand to feel his forehead.

Cold.

He slowly looked over to his bedroom window, finding it closed, and scrambled to get it open.

A strong gust of cold ocean air hit his figure as soon as he threw the glass doors open. hlHe slid to the floor, clutching his head and trying to rid himself of the horrible routine he went through every night.

No matter what he did, he could not stop the pain from spreading like a riptide. It only eased slightly with each chilling breeze that brushed around his figure.

He gave up on the unachieveable goal and tried to remember what happened earlier, before he blacked out.

I went to the bar with Tom.

He nodded at the fact and thought harder.

I took a few shots of some alcohol...

His eyes widened as it suddenly hit him like the merciless tide.

I was drunk.

But it was still unclear to him what happened after that. Images flashed before his eyes. Small and quick ones that he could barely process. The rest was covered in a thick mist that he was unable to see through. He only remembered Tom saying he'd take him home.

He groaned. He was going to need some pain killers for the migraine pounding on his skull.

Upon quietly opening his door, Tord found the house silent. As if it was completely abandoned and untouched for years. The way he liked it. No noise to bother his already uncomfortable vessel. No breeze passed through, unfortunately, but he guessed it was because his bar buddy left without opening any of the apartment's airways. After all, he was unaware of Tord's...condition.

Naturally silent, the caramel brunette glided through the calmed darkness and set foot into his still kitchen. There, he squinted his eyes to try and outline the old rickety cabinets neatly lined up against the far wall. He shuffled over to the one he recognized as the medicine cabinet.

Squeak!

he swiftly pulled open the small rectangular door and went to snatch up the bottle of pills he needed, when he miscalculated his aim and accidentally knocked it over instead.

Instantly, the bottle went flying, too quick for him to process it falling, and smashed into the floor, opening and spilling all its contents onto the tiles as if it were flowing water. His only hope for relief of the hammers on his head was now gone.

"Damnit!" He clenched his teeth in distress.

Thud.

Something heavy fell in his living room.

Upon hearing the sound, Tord ducked and crouched behind the counter, immediately suspecting he was not alone. He balled his fists, wincing as the strain made his headache blind him with a more violent rhythm. He fought through the pain knowing he wasn't going to let an intruder make things even worse.