He had to go through two more hours of social interaction before he could finally be alone. Shoulders slumped and dreading what was to come, Sam slipped his way through the flood of people in the corridors. Which wasn't particularly hard since he was taller than most. He could see over people so he wasn't that caught up in the mess. That's when something caught the corner of his eye.
He saw those golden eyes. Trapped within the mists of students trying to get to their classes in one piece. They were shining at looking at him for a far. Sam started moving towards them, transfixed and unable to control his own movements. Before he could swim his way through the ocean of student body, the eyes were gone along with the person who they belong to. Dumbfounded, Sam stood there, frantically looking around in hope to catch them. No luck. The corridor was clearing and Sam thought he'd imagined it. How could someone disappear like that? Breathing deeply, Sam shrugged it off and continued walking as if it had never happened.
No matter how much he tried, no matter how hard he pushed it to the back of his head. Those golden eyes of a sweet man kept him on the edge of his seat for the whole day. Distracted him and made his head a tornado of torn emotions. The next two periods, Sam hadn't really engaged with anyone or paid much attention to the lessons. The trip home without saying a word and listening to Dean talk in his ear. It all went by in a blur. As soon as he ran up the stairs of his home and shut his door and locked it, Sam let it all out.
He fell to his knees, screaming out. His whole body tense and his hands were balled up, his nails digging into his skin it hurt. He didn't care. He shouted out a wordless cry as hot tears burned down his cheeks. He could hear the knocks at the door and the voices behind it but he didn't care. He continued to scream out to the nothingness, trashing around, letting out the anger that was scorching from the inside. The golden eyes, pouring into him, boiling, torturing him and his morals. Questions ran through his mind but only one stuck. Why? Why? Why?! Once it wasn't physically possible to scream any more, he was turned into a wreck. Hands now bleeding from his nails digging in, face red, heaving, and silent cries as the harsh waterfall of tears ran down. He was shaking violently as he couldn't control himself any more, placing his head onto the floor turning him into a shaking ball of despair.
He didn't know how long he'd been there. He was just wrapped up in a coma of self-preservation. Was he unconscious? He couldn't tell as there was nothing. No sense of surrounding, no emotion, no senses at all. The only thing he was concentrating on his heavy breathing that made no sound, it hurt and felt like too much effort to move his heavy chest. Time was something he had no sense of either. He felt like he was in a state of shock.
Pushing himself out of this solitary state, Sam slowly lifted his head which was spinning in anxiety. He glanced around the dark, cold, empty room. He must have been there for hours. Achingly, he pulled his weight up, groaning at the rustic feel of his muscles. Glancing over to his right he saw the painfully bright red numbers of his clock. 3:16am Was he really there for that long?
Feeling drained and aching, Sam begrudgedly got up and shifted to the bed. He needed sleep. He knew he wasn't going to get any though. Why? Because of those damned eyes of liquid gold haunted his mind every time he closed his eyes. Those pools of honey tinted poison that stung hard and heavy not matter how many times he tried to fight it. He didn't even have the energy to change, slipping off his shoes, he dropped onto the bed. Robotically, Sam pulled the chilling covers over him, preparing himself for the dreadful 'night' that was to come.