Disclaimer: I hate disclaimers. I don't own a camel for crying out loud I
don't own them…. Heh…..
Warnings: Cliffhanger. Whaha! Love them. Uhmmm.. This one is short. O.o but it had to be. Cuz I wanna torture you all!!! Haha!!! Uhmmm.. this chapter might make you think weird things, but this is rated pg-13 (I think I should change it to R.. ya think?) and there won't be any lemons. No scenes like that, I don't write that, sorry . have fun!!!
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Fuck.
I quickly wiped my arm with the towel again, and threw it under my bed. I picked up my shirt from the floor and pulled it on, in a panicked quick motion.
I wiped my face with my hands; sighing and trying not to look as panicked as I really was and went over to the door.
I opened the door, grinning to the best of my ability at Quatre. He stared back at me for a minute then walked in, I noticed he wasn't walking very straight.
"Quatre…? Are you okay?" I asked as he walked past me, not even giving me a look. He turned slowly to face me.
Our eyes met and I knew he wasn't being himself at the moment. He looked. Far away.
"Hmmmm…..?" he looked at me, obviously dumbfounded at my question.
I put my hand to his forehead. Damn, he was burning up. He was probably delirious with a fever. He was acting delirious by all means.
"Quatre, maybe you should go back to sleep." my heart was starting to beat on a more normal level.
For a second I thought he was about to catch me during one of my little 'adventures'
"But… I'm… I'm not tired. I woke up.," he said staring blankly at me, blinking slightly.
I helped him walk over to my bed, as he wasn't very steady on his own feet, and somewhat forced him to sit down. I sat next to him.
"Quatre, how often do you get sick?"
"I dunno…. Not…. Too often I think… not sure…" his voice sounded almost eerily distant.
He was probably really sick, because he doesn't get sick much. He does look worse then he used too. He was always thin, but looking at him now he seems much thinner and paler too.
And I was still confused at the fact he was living alone.
I had a creepy feeling that something was wrong with him.
And I was feeling still pretty disconnected with how I feel. The pain in my wrist wasn't the cause, this time. When Quatre knocked on the door it startled me. Hard to explain how things happen with me, but when I got startled my world sorta ran.
I can still participate in this world, and all that other stuff that is required, but I don't really feel like I'm thinking about doing this. Watching a movie, or something, it feels like it could be happening, but… it really isn't.
This way I feel now is worse then before when I cut my wrist, I feel disconnected, almost enough to scare me.
If I could be scared that is. Too calm to be scared, disconnected calm.
With Quatre, sick as he is. It's times like these I wish I had control.
Control is a funny word if you think about it…
I looked over at Quatre. He looked so damn sweet and innocent, eyes wide and confused, his small form wavering slightly in his dizzy state. So defenseless.
Stop this.. stop this.. stop this!!!!!!!!!
But… you can never stop this monster within.
I've lost control of myself. Or at least I've lost control. To what? I don't know.
I lock eyes with Quatre. I grinned, evily, sadistically, the smirk creeping up into my eyes, filling them with a life that isn't my own.
It's times like these where I am in control.
Warnings: Cliffhanger. Whaha! Love them. Uhmmm.. This one is short. O.o but it had to be. Cuz I wanna torture you all!!! Haha!!! Uhmmm.. this chapter might make you think weird things, but this is rated pg-13 (I think I should change it to R.. ya think?) and there won't be any lemons. No scenes like that, I don't write that, sorry . have fun!!!
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Fuck.
I quickly wiped my arm with the towel again, and threw it under my bed. I picked up my shirt from the floor and pulled it on, in a panicked quick motion.
I wiped my face with my hands; sighing and trying not to look as panicked as I really was and went over to the door.
I opened the door, grinning to the best of my ability at Quatre. He stared back at me for a minute then walked in, I noticed he wasn't walking very straight.
"Quatre…? Are you okay?" I asked as he walked past me, not even giving me a look. He turned slowly to face me.
Our eyes met and I knew he wasn't being himself at the moment. He looked. Far away.
"Hmmmm…..?" he looked at me, obviously dumbfounded at my question.
I put my hand to his forehead. Damn, he was burning up. He was probably delirious with a fever. He was acting delirious by all means.
"Quatre, maybe you should go back to sleep." my heart was starting to beat on a more normal level.
For a second I thought he was about to catch me during one of my little 'adventures'
"But… I'm… I'm not tired. I woke up.," he said staring blankly at me, blinking slightly.
I helped him walk over to my bed, as he wasn't very steady on his own feet, and somewhat forced him to sit down. I sat next to him.
"Quatre, how often do you get sick?"
"I dunno…. Not…. Too often I think… not sure…" his voice sounded almost eerily distant.
He was probably really sick, because he doesn't get sick much. He does look worse then he used too. He was always thin, but looking at him now he seems much thinner and paler too.
And I was still confused at the fact he was living alone.
I had a creepy feeling that something was wrong with him.
And I was feeling still pretty disconnected with how I feel. The pain in my wrist wasn't the cause, this time. When Quatre knocked on the door it startled me. Hard to explain how things happen with me, but when I got startled my world sorta ran.
I can still participate in this world, and all that other stuff that is required, but I don't really feel like I'm thinking about doing this. Watching a movie, or something, it feels like it could be happening, but… it really isn't.
This way I feel now is worse then before when I cut my wrist, I feel disconnected, almost enough to scare me.
If I could be scared that is. Too calm to be scared, disconnected calm.
With Quatre, sick as he is. It's times like these I wish I had control.
Control is a funny word if you think about it…
I looked over at Quatre. He looked so damn sweet and innocent, eyes wide and confused, his small form wavering slightly in his dizzy state. So defenseless.
Stop this.. stop this.. stop this!!!!!!!!!
But… you can never stop this monster within.
I've lost control of myself. Or at least I've lost control. To what? I don't know.
I lock eyes with Quatre. I grinned, evily, sadistically, the smirk creeping up into my eyes, filling them with a life that isn't my own.
It's times like these where I am in control.