37. Eyes
When you sleep, sometimes you can feel yourself being watched, someone standing just above you, breathing down your neck, staring at you with hateful eyes, wishing you were dead.
Hotch could feel those eyes every night… once the light went out, the eyes would awaken, they would opened their heavy eyelids, and surface on the corner of the room, the back of the door, on the ceiling… Hotch could just make out the shapes of the eyes – some of them had sharp edges, others a soft curve, a few wide and unblinking. He would look back at them as he drifted into a restless sleep.
When he was asleep, the eyes would curse upon his life many misfortunes, cursed that he would die sooner that the Lord had planned it to occur. The eyes would smile upon Hotch's pain and feed off his suffering, looking over him with sadistic thoughts.
When morning came, the eyes would meld back within the wall and Hotch could once again pretend that they don't exist, because all that was left that he could do was to hope, that one day the eyes will leave, and that all the misfortunes in life would finally stop.
A/N: 0.o; how long has it been? Ages huh? Well, updating now. (: Thanks to all those who reviewed the previous chappys. (: