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My life is pretty boring; I live with my grandparents and 2 little sisters, I flunked out of photography school, I don't have a car, and all I do all day is draw/read creepy pasta until my Grandma or Papa asks me to do something -which I don't mind doing at all-... But I'm not doing anything, and it's boring. Most of my friends are online, so I have a laptop... Which means I can go for days with out leaving my room- No one really questions it.
When I've had enough, I go for walks, usually two or three miles to be honest. I just really like walking, and its at least two miles to any store, but I'm also pretty lazy and getting motivation to go outside is kind of hard,so that leads me to being like I am. Chubby. Bluuuuh~
I'm not fat, and I know it, but i'm not worth looking at, especially if you lifted up my sleeves. No i'm no sob story and i'm not looking for attention, i'm just a bored kind with a razor. And I really love blood.
I sat on my bed with my laptop on my chest and just scrolled through the gore that was my tumblr dash, just liking random things. Almost all of my nights were like that; I'd stay up till at least 5am and then maybe fall asleep for an hour or two if I was lucky. Usually I just didn't sleep since i'm an insomniac. I used to take pills to go to sleep, but they gave me nightmares so I stopped, I just tell my Grandma about fake dreams when she asks how my night was. I'm petty good at making them up.
Lately I've been getting really paranoid and feeling like i'm being watched, so before it even gets dark, I've started shutting my window and closing the blinds. Usually I lock it, but sometimes I forget, which is normal since I forget a lot of things. Closing them helps a little bit, but I still hear noises outside occasionally and it scares me. I've always been the tough kid and every one knows i'm not scared of anything or any one, but no one knows how easily I really do get scared, especially at night.
Over the past month it's been worse, and I sleep with my light on now; My Papa's mad about the electricity bill.
Right now I'm actually kind of exhausted, which is weird since its only 3:32 according to my laptop, but then again, it's been days since I slept last. Vaguely I think I hear something outside as I shut my laptop, but I brush it off as fatigue and continue to shut my eyes and Dose off for as long as I can. I ended up sleeping until my little sister's alarm for school went off.
Slowly I opened my eyes to stare at the wall next to my bed as I listened to her get out of bed to turn it off, knock the alarm over onto the floor, scramble to get it from behind the desk and then shut it off. I chuckled a bit, she's a klutz.
I yanked myself out of bed and made my way down stairs to get a beagle and tea before going up and waiting on the shower. My other sister, younger than the previously mentioned, wouldn't be up for another two hours, so if I used the rest of the hot water, it wouldn't matter. I leaned on the door frame with my towel in hand, wondering why I had felt like I was being watched all night; even in my dream I'd felt like some one was watching me, but I couldn't find the culprit even there.
My sister came out of the shower just as groggy as she had woken up and I snickered, she never truly woke up until at least noon. I ruffled her still wet-messy hair on my way in, receiving a slight grunt of recognition of my existence, which for almost 7am was pretty good from her.
After singing "Come On Get Higher" and "A Little Unwell" in the shower, I headed back across the hall to get clothes on and then headed out. There wasn't much I did with my life, but I was in a good mood and didn't want to spoil it with the early morning whine session from my youngest sister, which was a daily routine, so I figured I could walk down the stream I'd found in the woods. Well, every one knew about it, and apparently miles in there was a pond, but I hadn't ever been that far, it always got dark before I could reach the end of the stream.
About two miles in (30 minutes) I realized I forgot my ipod and facepalmed,stopping in my tracks... But the foot steps took longer to stop.
wait, what? I whipped around in ever direction, taking in as much of the scenery as I could but I didn't see any one following me.
"Frigin' birds n shit, scarin' me for no reason." I Sighed, irritated that my paranoia was now following me into the wold of daylight as well.
Feeling a bit bored, I sat on the edge of the stream with my feet dangling off the edge a couple of feet above the actual water, and watched it before I started singing one of the few songs I could actually sing,
"I miss the sound of your voice
And I miss the rush of your skin
And I miss the still of the silence
As you breathe out and I breathe in
If I could walk on water
If I could tell you what's next
I'd make you believe
I'd make you forget
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love"
I stopped when I heard leaves crunching again and whipped around and saw someone in an old worn out hoody. It looked like it was white at one point, but had orange stains and was now washer-grey instead of white. His hood was puled up over his head and he was looking down so I couldn't see his -it was a little more than obviously a guy- face, but very dark brown hair with burned ends hung out of the hood.
"Uh, 'ello?"
He didn't say anything for a while but eventually he spoke up,
"You sing really well."
I rolled my eyes, knowing I could only sing a couple songs, but how could he know that? So I just tried to smile and thank him. He walked over and sat next to me with his legs hanging over the edge like mine. Inwardly I groaned, I just don't like people that aren't my sister, but on the outside I just kept watching the water and ignored the guy. Well other than acknowledging that -like every fucking one else- he was taller than me even when sitting slumped forward.
After a couple minutes my skin was bristling with the awkward silence so I just said the first thing I could think of that wasn't overly rude,
"Do you live around here?"
"N... No, not really. I used to though."
I grinned lopsided for an instant, I wasn't sure why, but it was something I couldn't help doing some times. His voice sounded really cool though, like something from a movie where the bad guy is just mulling over how to kill you but still monologueing. I liked it.
"So what's your name?"
"Jeff... uh, Jeffery Woods." That sounded really familiar, maybe I went to school with him? I'd been to a lot of schools since I moved so much.
"I'm-"
"[name]"
"Um, yeah.. How did you know that? Did I go to school with you or something?"
He shrugged, "I don't think so. I just know who you are.... I'v seen you around."
"So if you don't live here, What're you doin?"
He didn't say anything for a couple of minutes, and he still wouldn't let me see his face, which was fucking annoying. I leaned forward to try and see past the hood but he just looked away from me; I furrowed at that.
"You're really pretty."
I frowned, but only momentarily before sneering.
"Thats not fucking funny dude."
I got up and dusted off, heading home. People always made fun of how I looked, how my hair wasn't any form of perfect or how I was really pale even when I spent a lot of time outside, about my clothes or how I talked, but especially my weight. Once or twice people had called me pretty, but it only turned out they were mocking me and people not far off were getting a kick out of them faking it. This shit wasn't funny.