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Phantoms of the Past (Nsfw)

Authors random sidnote: Listened to Coma Baby by Nicole Dollanger while writing this

Warnings: past relationship abuse, unspecified eating disorder, domestic violence

Eddy now sat back in his room. The lights were still on, still jumping into bed and now sitting in the center of the bed. How did he get here? Sometimes he forgot how his life became so fucked up, where it had all begun, where he changed from that shy scrawny boy into this. What was he at this point anyways? A weapon, a monster or was he still Eddy like Brett proclaimed. He didn't know anymore... It would be fine though, he'd get to maybe see Alex again then get to die. When the six days ended he wouldn't have to worry about who Eddy Chen was anymore, he'd finally be at peace.

Without caring for his wounds he laid back, it was time for rest. Not that he'd actually get any but he was exhausted so it was worth a try. Killing three people, fucking with and choking Brett then everything else. It took a lot out of a person. Not just physically but mentally as well. Upon closing his eyes all he could see was the image of Brett's lifeless eyes flashing. Yet another image to haunt him until he was met with the grave, that was coming soon though. Oh so soon and what a freeing day it would be. Living was harder than dying, he didn't fear death but came to embrace it. Until that day he would embrace sleep instead. Memories already mingling in his sick head.

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Where had it started?

A strong hand was held out to him, "Hey, I'm Jeremy. I've seen you come in quite often but you look so down today, so I thought it was time I finally introduced myself."

Jeremy was tall and muscular, his brown hair pulled into a man bun, along with piercing blue eyes.

Eddy took the hand, he could use some kindness. Today was the worst day of his life: He ran away from Brett. In the dead of the night he had disappeared, He just couldn't take it anymore! He came here to forget about his issues for a little while like he typically did.

"I'm Eddy, nice to meet you Jeremy." He flashed a wry smile, maybe talking to someone new would help him forget him. Anything that got his mind off the petite man with shaggy black hair and thick rimmed glasses was a good thing. A miracle even.

This is where it had started: His journey to the darkest times of his life, all because of Jeremy. No it wasn't being turned to a life of crime by his good friend, or seeing how the man always had women in his arms that wasn't Eddy. Oh no, that hadn't broken him only ate at him. This man before him was the one that left him shattered.

It had started with casually talking at the gym, then it turned into coffee and brunch, before Eddy knew it, they were going on dates with fancy dinners or pizza and making out on Jeremy's couch. Eddy didn't really know how he got there, but within five months he was moving in with this man.

"Wow, I never took you as a gun kind of person, babe," Jeremy commented as he pulled out a glock 17 from one of the boxes he was unpacking for Eddy, "I like to shoot every so often too. This is a pretty nice model." He fondled it between his hands, looking at the ware and tare.

"Yeah I learned when I was 17. An old friend gave it to me," Eddy snatched it from the bigger man's hands, it was too sentimental to be tarnished or messed around with like that. Brett had gotten it for him. He still remembered how the shorter male stood behind him, helping him take aim and position just right. Calloused hands and soft lips on him, gently guiding. He remembered how he had seen those lips and hands on someone else and how he wished they just belonged to him...But he had Jeremy now so it didn't really matter. What he had now was what mattered, "It's more for show now though."