Falling, Fallen (BoyXBoy) ✓ [COMPLETED]

Chapter One

Chapter One

I lay in silence on my bed. The rain drops still 'Pitter Pattering' on the tin roof. A light breeze causing the pine needles on the trees to bristle in a dancing unison, like mimicking a flute ever so lightly.

I lay, looking at my ceiling fan with its non-stop circulating movements. A sour look smeared upon my face. Maybe the look was out of jealousy. I wish I was like that fan. Always moving without getting tired after a certain point of time.

My body was tired, and thirsty. If only I didn't have to rely on a constant supply of blood in order to stay somewhat healthy and survive. If I could eat regular food, I definitely would.

The taste is just disgusting. It's like the taste of cigarettes, with all the flavor drained from it. I just can't stomach it, but if I could, only for a very short amount of time.

That's why I'm sick. It's like being a leech. You can't survive without feeding off of the blood of humans, or some type of sustainable mammal of sorts.

I ran my fingers through my short, jet black hair and sighed. With a great deal of energy, I heaved myself up and off the bed. A dull but sore pain soon followed, unsurprisingly...

I really do need blood.

"Fuck..." I groaned in resistance to the pain. Getting blood requires energy, and energy is something I don't have at this second. Though, blood also gives me energy.

I suppose I shouldn't be so contradictory to my own actions and thoughts. Realistically, it's the only way I can push myself to complete these tasks, sadly enough...

I carefully shifted the black-out curtains on my windows to make sure it was truly dusk. Thankfully, it was dark enough outside to not cause me a lot of physical pain.

I decided to wait until it was pitch black outside in order to go and retrieve the blood. In the mean time, I plugged my headphones into my phone and put on some music.

I consider myself versatile with music. I like all types. Except for country. All country is the same. All about girls, trucks, beer, lights, and heartbreak.

The lyrics began in a quick haze, along to a more stellar beat.

"I had a way then
Losing it all in my own
I had a heart then
But the Queen has been overthrown
And I'm not sleeping now
The dark is too hard to beat
And I'm not keeping up
The strength I need to push me

You show the lights that stop me
Turn to stone
You shine them when I'm alone
And so I tell myself that I'll be strong
And dreaming when they're gone
'Cause they're calling, calling, calling me home
Calling, calling, calling home..."

This song in particular hits home for me, as it perfectly describes my current position in life. I was perfectly independent back then, being able to handle myself at times.

I cared too much about others, and was completely independent. Though now I can't sleep, and don't have the strength or time in order to push myself forward.

I continued to hum the lyrics throughout the duration of the song, trying to cry. Even though I couldn't do it.

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