Wonderland Weirdness

Week 2

Damien kept my grounded for the next few days. I didn't really move from my desk or touch any food for the most part. I only left the computer for bathroom breaks or to lay in bed with my eyes open. Staring at my phone for 5 hours a day isn't the most fun thing to happen all week. 

Trying to contact any other friends hasn't been successful so, I've slowly fallen off the rails. My sister has been slowly getting college letters and emails. She was on a video call last night. I almost texted my friend saying that I was a loser. Which I am by the way. Damien doesn't think so. But I do. 

Parents yell all the time. They've yelled at me a lot for the past two weeks since we've all been home. I want to over work myself again because that's what I feel I'm good for. It's what I've tried not to do. But trying to keep the work at bay is hard. Schedules help and so does Damien but, I almost completely lose myself in the work and stress. I didn't know how much I was drowning until I started crying everyday, sometimes multiple times a day. He started noticing it when I stared off during our calls. 

"Hey dim wit. Come back to Earth, why don't ya?" Damien snaps his fingers lightly in front of the camera. I slowly turn my head away from the spot on my floor.  

"Huh? Uh, yea, what's up?" I rub my eyes wearily and refocus myself to the screen ahead of me.

"Okay, what is going on? You obviously aren't doing okay. Do I need to come over?"

I slowly shake my head. "No I'm fine. Everything's fine here. What did Armani give for homework again? I think I did something wrong with my schedule."

"Delta math numbers 17 through 20. Now are you gonna tell me what's going on in that head of yours or am I going to have to clunk it out of you?" he says with a small grin on his face.

I start staring back at my desk. I try to snap out of it but the urge to stay was bad. It was a bad gravitational pull that I couldn't help but fall into it. I don't know what happened during that time. I didn't even hear Damien hang up. Next thing I knew, my bedroom door slowly opened. 

That's when I slowly came out of it. The chair wasn't under me...really nothing was anymore because a certain dumb ass decided to pick me up and move me to the bed. It was a kind gesture but the fact that that even happened was weird. And startled the hell out of me.  

"F**king Hell!" What the hell?!" I pushed away the dumb ass away and tumbled to the floor. 

"Well, sorry that I'm just trying to help. You've been spacing out for half an hour kid. What's going on?" Damien's puppy eyes are a piercing green. Fucking feels like he's looking into my soul. 

"I'm just tryna get through school. That's all. By the way, how did you get in? Did you sneak in?"

"That doesn't matter. Just come here." He pulls me onto the bed and lays me down. He gets up and pulls a chair over next to the bed.

"Ok so, here's how tonight is going to work. You're going to go to bed now and I'm gonna be here so you don't wake up at 3am to continue work. Sound good? Actually you have no say in this, it's happening whether you like it or not."

I try to interject but he's stubborn about me sleeping eventually and I do... I just don't remember closing my eyes. One minute we're watching Phineas and Ferb and the next, it's 8 am and Damien's passed out in the chair. I don't bother to get up today.