Beyond the Skyline | [UNDERGOING HEAVY EDITING]

Chapter 1| Blue

Blue.

That's all I see when I close my eyes and lull myself into sleep hoping for a dream.

Blue.

It's frustrating. I want pictures, movements, signs of life.

But instead, I get blue.

Not the deep blue of the sea, or a nice, rich, royal blue.

No.

Its the blue of the sky.

A soft blue, a feminine blue if you will.

My favorite color.

It's recurring and I can't do anything about it. I hope and pray for a different image each night. Seeing that color every night had me teetering on the edge of borderline insanity. I wanted to rip out my hair in frustration. Not seeing movement, something to tell me that maybe, just maybe, this time was different, I always wake up screaming in anger and exasperation.

Oh. Let me not forget the music. The music is haunting, chilling to the bone. Makes me remember things I didn't want to remember. But the music had a significance. It was there as a part of my memory I couldn't rid myself of.

It couldn't be wiped away. It was permanent.

A part of me I couldn't withstand.

So I dream and drift away, rocking slightly to the tune of the lullaby. A slow killer.

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I wake up screaming.

Usual.

My room is soundproofed to avoid the colorful insults and complaints I get from my neighbours.

Boomers and millennials are really becoming creative with their insults.

"Put that thing away and stop causing a ruckus in the early hours of the morning"

"You and that roommate of yours better stop getting at it so early. It's honestly a surprise why he leaves his boyfriend and goes to you instead."

People have accepted homosexuality, but that doesn't mean they support it. I'm used to hidden remarks and jabs at my best friend and me, but Chuks on the other hand finds it harder to deal with than I do.

With a sigh, I get off my bed and tiredly drag my hands down my face. When my eyes open up, they land on the full-body mirror and the decorations adorning it.

Most of them were print outs of the concept of many of my favourite tv shows and movies. Most of them were of Clueless and Gossip girl.

Those shows are bomb. You can't change my mind.

Then I turn my attention to my desk where my computer lay open and the screen paused on a frame where Cher was smiling in the sunlight. She looked cute.

I look toward my prepared outfit all set and ready to be worn and stalk toward the bathroom.

Monday.

A fresh beautiful week of new pain torture and excruciatingly LONG work hours.

Here we go.

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I walk into the kitchen still wondering what to do with my hair. I decided to let it air dry and 30 minutes later, it's still damp which means I can't tie it into a ponytail for work. So, now, I have two choices;