My eyes flicker open and the thoughts crawl in. Every morning. I slowly push myself up and look to my Left. My window. I see plenty of things i couldnt care less about. Something catches my eye. A dark figure stood in the rain. Staring. He grows a nasty grin and begins to leave. Though i still feel him watching. I pull my curtain across the window and lean against the wall behind my bed. I sigh out my last caring breath and take a look around my room.
I hate it. The dirty crooked wardrobe. My bedside table that always needed a new leg, we bought it like that. My clothes sprawled across the floor like theyre trying to escape from some sort of demon in the wardrobe. My dresser covered in broken pencils and pens from when i used to draw. I see my sketchbook. Quite close. Close enough where i only have to lean a bit off of my bed to get it in my grasp.
Im greeted with a dirty cover with my initials carved into it. I always hated them. I pull open my book. I see the same old character. The same old scars, cuts and bruises. It gets boring. Seeing him then the scribble of my initials printed on every page. I see a logo. DB. I don't recognise it. It was on the last page placed onto a workman with scruffy looking hair that covered one eye. I prefer him to the other. By alot. He had eyes like a old 1930s cartoon and a cheeky grin from what seems like the same era. I run my fingers across the pencil. I always liked doing it. Not sure why but i did. I drop it on the ground and rub my eyes.
The light flickers. I look around. It flickers again. The room turns bright but the lightbulb turns off i turn bacm to my left and see him. The eyes. Right outside my window. I scramble off of my bed and look back at it. Hes gone. The room turns dark. Tears gather at my eyelids and i let them fall. I should've taken the offer with the pill. I wouldnt have had to come here. I couldbe stayed there with them. They wouldnt have had to leave me. The door slams open and i see her. Mother. She drags me back to my bed without a word and leaves. I close my eyes and bury my face in my pillow. He cant come haunt me if im dead. That idea keeps running through my head all day.
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RawakI write about what i think about, alot i wont publish some Will show up and disappear some never will
