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I can fall asleep here. Sweet.
Though I’d probably die, and that’s not exactly convenient.
Whatever. I’ll just remain here for a bit more to relax. I sure as fuck need to stay still for a goddamn second and not entertain stupid thoughts like maybe I should go for a morning run tomorrow.
I didn’t today, because if I saw pretty Clara again, I would be tempted to ruin her features. And I never, and I meannever, get thoughts of violence about girls in general.
Mom brought me up to respect women. Cheer them on, not bring them down.
But something about that Clara…
A commotion brings me out of my peaceful contemplations that are filled with blood. Lots of blood gushing from all her fucking holes.
I lift from the water with a gasp and check my watch. Three minutes and fifty-five seconds. Not bad.
I’ve been breath training for three years now and the time I spend without breathing is improving.
Aside from riding my bike with Jeremy, this happens to be the only method that helps me wind down. Probably because I’m almost dead at that time.
There’s also brutalizing people, but that only pumps me up and doesn’t bring me down from the blood-soaked phase.
Considering my brain’s tendency to get high as a kite at unfortunate moments, I had to find a coping mechanism to counter thatloudphase.
I lift myself up at the edge of our indoor pool located in the underground level of the mansion. Usually, it’s hard to hear anything when I’m here, but something’s different now.
Is it trouble? Fuck yeah.
I walk to the bench, shaking water from my hair, then use the towel to dry the haphazard strands.
I pick up my phone and pause at the notification on the top of my screen. I open it so fast, I nearly drop the phone.
So I might have been messaging Brandon on IG. You know, because I’m a goddamn pest like that.
He didn’t answer them.
For three days.
My text were along the lines of:
It’s me ;)
Nikolai, in case the handle didn’t give me away.
Wanna hang out? Like friends?
Ok, that was a lie. Being friends wouldn’t work since you’re such a delight to be around. All standoffish and grumpy and shit. The exact opposite of fun.
We could have a drink?
*GIF of a bored kid tapping the table*
We can do this all day, Prince Charming. Love talking to your inbox. What a fucking thrill.
Why do you always use the same hashtag? Is there a meaning behind that?
Why do you play lacrosse?
Can you send me your playlists that you listen to all the time? Not really into rock, but I love discovering new music.
