Looking down at his now crimson red colored wrists, John let out a huge sigh of relief.
He drops the razor blade onto the floor, as he averts his gaze towards the clock that says 4:45am.
One minute after 4:44am, which is the time he often does the frequent cuts every morning.
Rolling onto his side, drops of tears fall onto the bed.
"Is this what I want everyday?" He thinks to himself, before closing his tired eyes.
He then clears his mind, trying hard to forget memories of his past, and soon falls into a deep sleep.
The following morning, he awakens from the same frequent, terrifying dream. His heart racing, his small body sweating, he grabs and tugs at his hair in fear and stress.
"Why" he mutters under his quaked, stuttering breath.
He forces himself out of bed, removing the bed sheets, pillow cases, and proceeds to put them in the washing machine. Followed by looking through the cupboards, looking for bandages to hide any sign of self-harm. But he forgot, the following morning...
He used up the last one.
Momentarily after, her hears a knock at the door, curious as to who it was, he wearily approached the door, and looked through the spy-hole, a blonde-haired male, wearing mainly crimson red clothing, and incongruous black shades.
He recognizes this male from somewhere...
This person reminds him of something he'd promised himself he'd like to forget.
(Dave S. P.O.V)
"Come on man!" I mutter under my breath impatiently as I wait for the god damn idiot of a new-neighbor to answer the door. I started knocking on the door again, which was then FINALLY answered. As soon as I opened the door, to my horror... it was unmistakably John. John Egbert.
I dropped the gift I was carrying, that I was going to give to my new neighbor, and let out a stutter "Y..You are" I widen my eyes in shock, but fortunately he couldn't see my eyes behind the shades I wear all the time.
I let out a slight panic and then whisper "My new neighbor"... his eyes are also shocked, he's probably as shocked as I am!
I scurry away as fast as I can and proceed to enter my room.
Sharing a flat with my WORSE enemy? I haven't met him... never wanted to, but...
The incident with my brother, because of him...
I hate him with burning passion.
Egbert's point of view.
Thoughts where running through my mind, screaming at me... It can't be... can it?
It has to be... It just has to... considering his reaction it DEFINITELY has to be him..
My worse enemy... Because of him... my boyfr-
before i could finish them trail of thoughts, i scurried into my room and fell flat on my bed.
Tears where falling from my eyes and I was unable to move, I was in shock.. I was a fucking statue.
I knew someone was moving into the room next to me... but this is the worst damn outcome!
I gulp back my tears and proceed to pull on a jacket as fast as I could and left my room, slamming the door signalling to my new neighbor that I left my room.
I then headed out, into the pouring snow on a walk to ease my mind of the painful past.
To be continued...