Dream

Impulsiveness

TW// VIOLENCE, ACTIONS OF MURDER  

    It's been a couple of days, maybe weeks since that latest incident occurred but I can't remember. There's no clock in this place, no sense of time other than the daylight outside and no matter how much I tried, I could never keep up with the amount of days that passed by. Too busy worrying about keeping myself together and Kieran's malicious nature, time was the least of my worries. Although I didn't know the time or day; I knew I haven't been here for a short amount of time.

    Kieran came and go as he pleased, showing up whenever he wanted and leaving whenever he wanted. But when the incident was fresh, he set not one foot out of this penthouse for a horridly long time. I never seemed to escape him, he was always in my shadow watching me wherever I went.

Kieran only showed up for a couple of hours after disappearing for who knows how many days. It was similar to when I first met him Midnight; I had no idea when he'd show up or when he'd leave. Whenever I would go to sleep he'd always sit on the balcony, calmly watching me from a distance. His eyes burned right through me, never once letting me leave his sight.

As much as I despised Kieran, I got used to him. His presence turning the air thick with tension as soon as walked through the door and eyes constantly stabbing into my back, all became regular things. But, I wasn't comfortable around him - I never will.

    He was here today, the sun was going down and the warm vibrant colors of the sky tinted the cold room with warmth I rarely ever got to feel. I sat at the dining table eating fruit while Kieran read something on his IPad - I was nowhere near allowed to get in reach. I stared endlessly in the abyss of the table, watching time slowly pass in front of me.

    I sighed and pushed my seat out, getting up to wash my dish. I don't even remember getting up, every day I spent was the same. It became a motion memory.

    The cold water rushed over the tips of my fingers, down my palms and wrists. Everything I felt was sensational, I was always alone even if Kieran was here. I became aware of my surroundings and the feeling of everything I touched.

    "Suriah," A faint, muffled voice called.

    The water reached within my skin. I traced over the many scars on my palms from the first night Kieran lashed out, they finally healed. I wonder what they'd look like without the scars.

    "Suriah,"

    I wonder what Meek is doing. I miss him. I miss his warm aura and touch, his voice and that smile he gave me whenever he saw me. I miss when we'd mess around after work. When he'd make me laugh. I miss him.

    "Suriah, what are you...,".

    Camile, Emanuel. Is Camile looking for me? Has she told anyone I haven't been back in a while? Is there anyone out there looking for me?

    Inside my head, my only place of tranquility, a loud abrupt slam echoed inside and shook my whole body. I dropped the plate I had under the water, the shattering sound shaking my body. I gasped to myself and jumped back. My hands trembled naturally, my breath was quivering and my chest tightened from the sudden burst of noise.

    "Suriah," Kieran sternly called.

    I froze and let out a deep sigh, blinking several times before I stepped up to the sink and stared at the broken plate. Fuck. Why did I have to break it? Kieran's going to get so mad, he's going to act out, he's going to hit me again. What do I do?

    I quietly grabbed the pieces and piled them in my hand. I carried the most I could and discreetly walked over to the trash knowing Kieran had his eyes locked on me.