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"Creaky Staircase"

The steps creaked softly as he would take a step up each one to head upstairs, the sickening feeling of being watched through every window, every crack, even in plain sight, as he rushed himself upstairs, taking soft but deep breathes as he calmed himself.
"It's alright, you're just paranoid.." he'd tell himself, even though this happened every night, everyday, every time he was alone, he would feel this way... but who could blame him? Of course a normally functioning human being would feel uneasy if they were sent the things Thomas was sent, the explicit, threatening and/or sometimes just straight up terrifying messages or images. The only question he had was who the man was, and was this just all a sick prank played by schoolmates. God only knew.

Thomas Gagnon, a teenaged dark brunette, thin but average height for his age, he had many freckles on his body, and beautiful eyes, beautiful brown and blue eyes cause by Heterochromia. His hair curled only lightly, as it laid by his jaw since he had longer-ish hair. He normally wore and gold cross necklace everyday, as he was raised and followed the Catholic beliefs and was quite open about that. That's really the most you need to know about him, other than that he lived as an only child, though having another sibling who didn't live with him and his mother, she lived with his gone for milk father.

He stepped up the final step. His hair bounced lightly as he almost jumped up the final step, rushing into his bathroom and shutting the door behind him, quickly locking it. He stayed silent and still for maybe a full 30 seconds, trying to hear any possible movement, any at all, but there was just silence. He sighed lightly, grabbing his phone from his pocket, and calling his mother, her not picking up as she was busy. "Great.." he muttered. Collecting himself, he slowly opened the restroom door, looking at his bedroom door, and around the whole hall area, nothing, just the house empty, as it normally should be. The freckled male then just took himself to his bedroom, calmer now that he believed no one was in the house with him, as he got ready for bed, knowing there was school in the morning. And with that, he took off only his shirt before almost immediately passing out onto his bed, still wearing the pants he wore that day.

A hand softly traced his shoulder, fingertips grazing the softly freckled arms of Thomas. "Thomas, wake up.." his mother spoke, then softly shook him, "it's time to get up for school sweetheart, I already have breakfast planned."
Thomas softly groaned, turning to look at his mother.
"Hey.."
"Tommy, hello darling, how was your sleep?"
"It was okay." Thomas yawned, "what's for breakfast?" He asked.
"Oh, just some avocado toast, a good way to start your day I thought." She smiled lovingly at her son, him smiling back.
"Thanks, I'll be down after a shower."
"Take your time." She said before heading downstairs, down those creaky steps..
Thomas yawned one final time before getting up and grabbing his school uniform from a nearby dresser, he then went into the bathroom he had hid in the night before..
He set the clothes onto the bathroom countertop before removing his pants and underwear, after he was undressed, he turned to the shower and went inside of it, beginning to shower himself with the water and his morning thoughts.

After a cold morning shower, he stepped out and motioned towards the counter mirror before looking at
himself, from his head to his v-line since that's where the mirror cut off, and he would sigh in distaste as he almost despised how he looked, he hated how thin he was and his height couldn't even make up for it. He softly traced his rib cage, in his eyes he though he looked sickly thin, disgusting almost, but he was not that bad, just thin in other people's eyes. But he was just happy to be living and decently healthy, he calmly put on his school uniform before heading downstairs to his mother. The creaks of the steps stopping halfway though the length of the staircase, as Thomas looked out of a window beside the staircase, gazing at small decor his mother put up, and that one tree that always catches his glance, as he knows someone has watched him from that tree.. But his mind quickly went elsewhere when his mother called for him, and he almost ran to the kitchen to see his mother, breakfast all prepared, it smelt heavenly.
He sat down by the counter bar and was handed a plate of avocado toast, he immediately began to shove the food down his throat as his mother was an amazing cook. "I hope you're enjoying! I'm very happy to see you getting ready for school... And I hope your day is good!" His mother sputtered out, her still in pyjamas since she works from home, but gets up to make sure Thomas eats and is fine for school, which he appreciated greatly.
"Thanks, and I'll try, but you too!" Thomas responded before walking over to kiss his mothers cheek quickly before heading out the door to walk to school. "I'll see you after!" He yelled back to the kitchen at his mother,
"be careful baby! Don't talk to strangers." She yelled back, teasingly before hearing the front door click close, and her son began to head to school.

(I'm sorry this is short but somehow I haven't been able to finish this chapter and rewrote it maybe 4 times? So I kept it short, but oh well.)