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Terror

Trigger warning: Torture/violence/murder pretty vague though in my opinion

( I was listening to a song called Death Bed while writing this)
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Eddy glanced around the room now he was alone. Only one feeling filled him: Loneliness. Staying up to talk to Brett had been like a dream. It was lighthearted without too many ulterior motives coming out to play.

Slowly he approached the bed, ditching his pants on the way to get ready for sleep.

Maybe he should have taken Brett’s offer and stayed with him. It would have beaten being in the dark bedroom stuck with his own thoughts.

He wouldn’t say he was afraid of the dark, rather afraid of the phantom faces that lurked in the shadows. Phantoms of the dead along with the stain of blood on his hands. These things could never be made clean.

Eddy gulped , jumping straight into the bed not risking to get any closer: One could never know if a monster would grab an ankle if close enough. This was the safest way or perhaps sleeping with the lights on was. Even better would be not sleeping and keeping the lights on! His mind raced: This was stupid, he was a 27 year old man and was still jumping into the bed along with preferring the lights on..

His hands shot up to his face as he groaned,” This is pathetic…”

He fell back into the mattress, wiggling himself under the covers quickly—as some sort of protection.

Eddy startled thinking he heard a rustling from the bathroom, maybe even scratching across the walls. With one swift motion the assassin pulled the covers over his head, no demons were feasting on him tonight!

“Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out,” Eddy whispered to himself, following the deep breathing pattern, until he felt his heart rate calm down.

“See it’s okay, there’s nothing under here but you. Although, a man talking to himself who isn’t entirely in the right mind can be pretty scary,” He reluctantly reached out of his cocoon to pull a pillow underneath. He drew it close to himself to curl around, hugging something made him feel safer. Ultimately, hugging a pillow was a useless defense against whatever the darkness held.

Fifteen minutes turned into thirty then thirty turned into an hour, it took nearly two hours and a half before sleep finally took him.

The lull of it scared him more than staying awake.

“I can’t do this anymore,please stop,” The smell of death filled his senses, tears trailed down his cheeks in globs, soon spilling off of his chin: Everything burnt.

Two voices echoed behind him in chatter, promptly paying no mind to the cries.

“Fledglings are always the most fun to play with. Wouldn’t you say 110?” The voice was low and rough just like the hand threading through his hair, forcing his head back with a forceful tug. Eddy wasn’t being addressed, his pleas simply going ignored.

This time a silky smooth voice sounded from somewhere in the room. No doubt being one of the conversationalists,” It’s the most fun when they finally break, accepting their fate. Too bad we can’t hurt this one too bad Zero would chop us into pieces.”

“Pfft I’d like to see Alex do anything, he’s not even here to stop us ,” The gruff man pulling his hair finally looked down at Eddy,” Why he even chose to be in a relationship with you is beyond me. You’re weak, you cry and you talk too much. You’re absolutely nothing. You hear me boy? You’re nothing.”