i woke up in an unfamiliar room. it seems like an art studio for a painter. everything is messy and paintings are lying around here and there. i'm laying on a couch that seems like it's been scratched by a cat a thousand times. someone from the bar probably saw me pass out and took me to their house out of kindness.
kindness? ha. i actually made myself laugh.
if they wanted me dead, i wouldn't have woken up. if they wanted to kidnap me, i would be tied up.
what is it they want?
"your laugh isn't exactly what i thought i would hear first thing in the morning," a voice of a man said. it came from behind me and sure enough, i turned around to see a man leaning on his door frame with his arms crossed, looking at me with squinted eyes. "had a funny dream?"
he's wearing nothing but a plain, black robe and a pair of fuzzy black cat slippers. his hair is dyed blue and his locks are curly. he has long eyelashes and his eyebrows are thick. his cheeks seem flushed. his lips are chapped. i can almost see his bones poking out of his pale skin.
he doesn't look like someone who could beat me in a fight if it ever came down to it.
"scanned me enough yet?" i ignored his attempt at making fun of me and stood up from the couch. i stumbled and fell on the floor. my head hurts like a bitch. he hurried to get to me and help me up but i swatted his hands away.
"don't fucking touch me."
"uh, you're welcome?" i glanced at him for a second and couldn't help but notice the pain in his eyes. how could someone be hurt by the words of a mere stranger? how fragile is this kid?
i stood up on my own and looked down at him who was still kneeling on the floor like an idiot.
"where's my shit?"
"you mean your phone and your wallet? yeah, someone tried to take them from you last night but i got them. i pretended to call the cops and all so the guy just walked away. they're underneath the blanket on that other couch." he pointed and i followed the direction. "you know you don't have to leave so early. i could make you some food and drive you to your place."
"what makes you think i want to spend another minute in this dump of a place?"
"you could at least thank me for saving your ass."
"i didn't need a savior. granted it happens rarely, it wasn't the first time i blacked out in that bar." i took my shit and stormed out of his place before he could say anything else.
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crimson tears ➣ pjm
Fanfiction❝ in a world where nothing we do truly matters because our lives are all insignificant and everyone is born only to die, i drown myself in alcohol and pills to stay alive. sometimes, i even try to fall in love so i could make up some sort of meaning...
