Starting New (PewdieCry BoyxBoy)

Starting New ( PewdieCry ) Chapter 2

WARNING:

This is a BoyxBoy story that will eventually contain Pewdie and Cry getting it on! So if you don’t like bugger off! And those of you who purposely reading my story enjoy and please comment!  This chapter will only contain swearing unfortunately.

Chapter Two

The apartment is smaller than my house back in Florida. Everything about it is the exact opposite.

I already love it.

Everything is connected together like a big circle and only a few doors can close off the rooms to separate them. The living room is the first thing I see, along with a very small hall straight ahead that goes into the bedroom. Another small hall to the left of the front door goes into a run down, but homey looking kitchen. A table and two chairs are against the wall on the far side of the kitchen. To the right of the table in a very small room is a sink and a place to hang up clothes to the left, and by the sink is a door with a room that contains a toilet, and a cubicle looking shower with see through sliding doors. Through the sink/dresser room is the bedroom that is open to the living room. All the small rooms are already furnished with a little older but nice looking furniture. 

Taking off my worn grey converse at the door I set down my faded blue backpack on the black sturdy looking couch. Walking to the queen sized bed I lay down on the dark emerald green comforter, with my head on the surprisingly soft yet firm pillow.  Staring at the white painted ceiling, I find patterns and shapes that won’t be the same if I look again.

Sighing, I turn over on my right side and reach up to stroke the side of my white mask.  Closing my eyes, I continue moving my finger up and down the smooth porcelain mask, finally feeling calm after revealing my face and name at the airport. I haven’t felt this calm since…

I clench my jaw and force myself to not think about it before I go into another episode. My nostrils flare and I squeeze my hands into fists, wiling away the sudden throbbing in my skull. Taking a few needed deep breaths, I try to wind myself down.

‘Come on Cry; don’t start your new life in Sweden with a horrifying episode. Remember, the doctor said he doesn’t know how much more stress you can take before you collapse….again.’  I reprimand myself soundlessly. That won’t happen again. I’ll make sure of it. Letting my hands relax I sigh and try to ignore the pain that spikes in the back of my head.

Moving to lie on my back again, the adrenaline from earlier starts to wear off and leaves me exhausted. Too tired to change out of my blue cardigan and form fitting faded jeans and take off my mask, I listen to the heavy, inconsistent rain drops hitting the window to my left.  The last thing I hear is roaring thunder and let myself succumb to the terrifying nightmares that are predictable and not likely to go away anytime soon.

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The sound of loud screaming jolts me awake and I’m surprised to figure out it wasn’t me who yelled. I’m suspicious, kind of on edge and I don’t know what’s going on. Stupidly, I decide to try to go back to sleep, but the sound of whimpering makes my heart pick up and start to race. What’s going on? Is someone hurt?