Blemished

three

The song for this chapter is "Talk Is Overrated ft. Blackbear" by Jeremy Zucker

My eyes open. Of course i'm awake. I feel like i've had a good 2 minutes of sleep. But that's a usual occurrence so I instantly sit up and grab my phone. The light illuminates the room and I turn the brightness down. I squint my eyes to see the time. It's fucking 4:37. "Fuck."

I look around the room to the window that I of course forgot to put down the blinds to last night. its dark. I mean why wouldn't it be dark? It's fucking four in the morning. i sit in my bed and close my eyes again.

-20 minutes later-

"Oh my fucking-" I groan and get out of bed. Of course I couldn't go to sleep and of course my dehydrated ass couldn't think of anything but a glass of water for the last twenty minutes. I basically bust my ass on the way down the stairs from running down the hall because the monsters in my closet was apparently too much for my anxiety. I grab a bottle of water and chug it. I open my phone and grab another bottle of water. It's almost five now, and i'm wide awake.

I decide to read one of my favorite books to kill some time so I go upstairs and grab the first book I see. While i'm reading about the charming man himself, Mr.Darcy I can't help but realize that time isn't fucking pasising. It's literally been two minutes since i've opened the book. This is going to be a long ass night- I mean morning.

Yeah, I'm used to not sleeping or getting barely enough sleep, but my mind always wanders places. I'm usually sitting in my bed at 12am and before I know it, I go through the black hole that is my mind so when I check my phone, sometimes three to four hours have gone by. But that's not what's happening today because last night, I forgot to take my medicine.

I go back down my hallway towards my bathroom and stop in my tracks. "Oh you've gotta be shitting me." I pick my foot up and see my sock is soaking in, what else, dog piss. "You motherfucking- ugh" I groan and slip off my socks and throw them in the washing machine downstairs and wipe the mess my dog made with a paper towel and I run back up the steps. I go to my bedroom and grab my keys from my dresser, put my tangled hair into a ponytail, throw on a hat, put on some sweatpants and a sweatshirt and leave the house. I notice on my way to my car that Stiles wasn't home. I mean if he was, he probably would have been up due to me running around since he's such a light ass sleeper.

I find myself turning on Kim's street. She's going to be pissed at me but she's making me go to some double date shit so I don't really care at this point. I turn my car off and walk through her big ass yard to her front door. I don't usually knock but it is like fIve in the morning now and I don't feel like having a frightened Kim run up on me with a bat thinking I'm a burglar or something. I wait like three minutes of ringing the doorbell a bunch of times for her to finally answer the door.

It creeks open and Kim peeks her head out the door.

"Boo" I say quietly and push the door open to let myself in.

"C-Carson what the hell are you doing here?" She whisper- yells at me.

"Hey. Yeah. Umm I couldn't sleep." I walk over towards her living room. Her house is actually huge. It has a beautiful copper staircase leading up to a second floor with all of the bedrooms to the house while on the first floor is her big living room that you can see from the balcony overseeing the entire house from the second floor with a beautiful chandelier on the ceiling lighting up the house. I guess that's what happens when your parents are neurosurgeons.

I grab a blanket off of the couch and cover myself with it.

"Well, that happens every night. Why are you here is what I meant. And why at...." She takes her phone out of the robe that she put on before she came downstairs. "5:50 in the morning Carson?" She groans and turns on the light.