DBH Oneshots

Hope (p1)

3:35

Connor's alarm beeped.

The most dreadful sound.

Poisoning his dreams. His eyes peeled open as Connor's hand instinctively went to hit the stop button. His refusal to hit snooze too strong, not wanting to miss out on his morning. He had no real reason to be waking up at such a ridiculous time. Perhaps it was the anxiety that had his body shoot up at the sound of the alarm everyday.

Riding on 6 hours of sleep at most, he slid to the side of the bed and rubbed his eyes. Feeling the cold air hit his chest like a hundred daggers he remembered his binder. It laid crumpled up by his pillow at a poor attempt to take it off the night before. Connor reached over and pulled his head through the top. He had gotten a wave of nausea as he gripped the ends tightly and pulled it over his chest. Connor hated wearing the thing. It was a curse really. But he loved it.

Made him feel real.

The boy dragged himself over to the mirror, refusing to make eye contact with his reflection. Eyes grazed over his ever growing form. His stare flickered over to the few hairs that struck out of his torso. His lips curling into a slight smile and a wave of satisfaction ran through him. He had been on testosterone for little over a year now, results left a proud grin on the boys face. Connor twisted is waist peering over his shoulder to get a glance of his ass. He felt a little stupid but confident. He looked away, as the nervous feeling from before came to greet him again.

Only halfway through his 3rd year in high school. Not ready to see the faces from before. He fell back into his bed. His hands covered his face as a loud sigh erupted from his chest. He managed to make with what clothes were clean (for the most part) and threw on some grey sweater with a neckline that reached two inches below his jaw. Connor kept the black sweatpants on as he pulled them over some dark grey socks. He readjusted his cartilage piercings, ironically getting them as a freshman but they seemed to have stuck. He glanced over at the dusty clock on his desk. Only 4.00 am. He pulled his hair back, hoping it would make his appearance somewhat cute. Connor groaned, realized it was a lost cause and let it fall back. He slouched over his bed and pulled over his phone as he proceeded to scroll through the meaningless, time consuming posts.

Sometime had passed before Connor's second alarm had beeped off. He pressed stop only half a second later before he strolled over to the kitchen. His eyes slightly lit up, smiling as he saw his cup already out. He knew it was his mom. She had made it before she left for work an hour before. Inside the cup was tea. Just tea. Nothing out of the ordinary. Connor proceeded to stir 4 sugars into his drink. Knowing this was unhealthy. He shrugged it of planning to not eat much for the remainder of the day. He would stand only at 5'9. Weight never seeming to be steady by stopping at a 110 at least. He sipped the drink just a bit before, fearing it would be hot. Only just a lukewarm feeling left his mouth. He began gulping down his tea before checking the time. Hank was due to his home in 10 minutes.

Woah thanks for reading this. I don't know if I should continue that or shit out another story at what is now midnight. comment?? You can also request shit too.