Things take a turn in the ever-so-popular Luke Raynott's life when his night-terrors manifest into physical form as bruises and the involvement of a boy who holds his attention like a magnet.
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↞[Ken]↠
"I checked with two chemists; I'm sure I got the right medicine this time," Christie said. I nodded without looking at her and readjusted on the couch, keeping one leg folded on the cushion and the other tucked to my chest. The TV was on, broadcasting a news channel talking about the weather. A lady stood in front, wearing a dark plaid dress, pointing to the American map behind her. I couldn't hear what she said — the volume was almost muted.
The television was a background noise to my thoughts that kept picking up the scrambled pieces of last night. It would be better if I just forgot. But how? Every empty second, my mind reminded me of his icy voice and sharp words. "I used you" played in my head over and over, getting louder with each repeat.
"Still, tell me if something is wrong or if they don't help," Christie's voice reached to me again, but I didn't have the energy to address her. My body felt like a dead weight, and I wanted to sleep.
"Kenshirou?" I heard her shuffle. The space beside me sunk as she sat down. She placed a soothing palm over my shoulder, making me jerk away from her. My body sickened me. Any touch made me recoil, and I did not have it in myself to admit why. "Are you listening to me?" she asked.
"Yes, I-um, I'll get the refill," I responded, not sure what she had asked me a moment ago.
"Are you alright?" she asked, demanding me to look at her.
But I kept my gaze fixed on my navy blue socks, eyes tracing the pattern of the lunar phase stitched with white threads on them. Every night, the moon gradually hid in the sky until one night when it went completely missing. I should've gotten used to the fact that people come and go. But it still hurt me a lot more than I anticipated.
I heard a faint sigh, and Christie spoke again, "Here." She placed the orange tube in my palm and rolled my fingers over them in a hopeful gesture. "I know you missed some days, but restart now and take them on time." Her hand roved over my scalp. The touch gave me no comfort, and I tried not to recoil. "They'll make you feel better, Kenshirou."
I gripped the plastic bottle that had warmed in my palm and repeated her words in my head,
Make me feel better?
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