Demus

Chapter 4

WARNING May contain self harm!

Remus POV:

         I woke up and felt a sudden warmth. I then realized that I was still cuddled up next to Dee, who when I looked, was awake.
"Morning" I muttered. Hearing the quiet voice muttering a 'good morning' back. He sat up while I stayed laying down. Oddly enough, I missed his warmth already.
"How did you sleep?" He asked, the concern obvious in his voice.
"Fine." I replied. A little embarrassed when I realized that it was the best sleep I had gotten in days, maybe even weeks.
"That's good to hear..." He paused. "Do you want something to eat?" He asked. I was honestly really hungry. I had been more focused on Roman scolding me than I had the meal in front of me. I had a few bites, it was amazing. But I was just so focused on everything around me that I didn't take the time to eat.

         I nodded, looking up to see his weak smile. It was silent. Not an akward kind of silence, which I had expected, but a calm silence. I liked it.
"Alright then, I'll make us something." He said. He went to get dressed and then headed downstairs to make some pancakes or whatever. I noticed he liked to make eggs, so I guessed it was that.

          Most people would be surprised, but I notice a lot. I take note in things that most people don't. I don't really have 'school smart' knowledge, but I do have knowledge. Dee says I'm observant. He tends to bring it up when I notice things he missed. Little things. Like the very edge of a painting not being crowded enough. I like that word, I'm not sure why. I like it even more when he says it. Again, I'm not sure why. It just seems nice to me.

        I took my time heading downstairs and when I got there, noticed I was right. Dee was just about to plate the eggs and put them on the table. Despite what Roman says, I do actually like a lot of foods. Deodarant just happens to be a snack I enjoy.

        Dee and I sat down and ate in silence. This time it was slightly akward, but not that tense. I was still kind of relaxed.
"Remus?" Dee asked me. I hummed back, to let him know I heard him.
"How are you feeling?" He said, "I know last night was a bit traumatic for you..." At least he was trying to be nice. I just wasn't a fan of the sympathy.
"I'm fine" I lied. "Don't worry about me." I finished and managed to crack another fake smile. Despite it being fake, it was still weak. There goes my effort. I thought.
"Please don't lie to me, Remus." He said, I felt a little bit intimidated. "How are you feeling?" He asked again. When I didn't respond, he sighed.
"Do you want to watch a movie? Would that cheer you up?" He asked. I knew he could see right through me. How? I didnt know. I was the one person he somehow knew more about than anyone else. It was weird. I took a minute to think about the offer, then nodded my head, kind of curious to see what movie he had planned.

        After setting up the snacks and blankets, Dee put the movie in and took a seat back on the couch next to me. Covering himself with the blanket we were sharing. Dee and I were close like that. Best friends. It was often questioned if we were dating, but after clearing up the confusion, we made it clear we were not dating. Even though some people still shipped us. But we would do things like sharing blankets and food. We were best friends. It had always been that way.

        The movies continued one after another of endless horror films throughout the day. It turned into a movie marathon and we ran out of snacks. I didn't even realize that we had been snacking and watching movies all day. I checked the time at one point. 2:01 am. Jeez! I was gonna say something to Dee, but felt a soft weight on my left shoulder. Dee had fallen asleep. I looked at him for a few moments. He looked so cute! Wait... Did I just think that?!?! I shook my weird ideas out of my head.

        Turning off the movies, I carefully picked up my short snake-like friend bridal style a d carried him up to his room. Then, I went back downstairs to clean up.

       I had just finished putting the dishes in the sink when something caught my eye. I looked over to see a knife. I sighed, not even bothering to stop myself. Rolling up my sleeve, I grabbed the knife and slowly dragged it across my skin. It took that small edge off. I remembered Roman's words yesterday. I pressed harder. At this point, blood was dripping. That's enough for today, I thought. And cleaned off the knife and finished putting everything away.

       As I crawled into the warm covers of my bed, I felt my wrist begin to sting.

Well, looks like I'm still a coward.

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This is the saddest fucking thing I've written. I'm being so evil and hating myself for it. Hopefully it was ok.
                                             -Chase