Psychotic Love [bl]

Chapter 11: A feisty boy

This chapter will have some swearing and more dialogue then usual.

It was already late into the night. The sun has gone to rest, the moon takes his place as the darkness begins to surround me. I like the night, it hides my flaws, my imperfections, the scars burned onto my flesh, the stabs of knives left behind. The moon guides me through the night.

The sky was black tranquillity married to a poetry of stars. It was the softness that called body and brain to rest and let the heart go to its steady rhythm. Night came as a reward of sorts, a restfulness above to calm the soul. The pure black of the night is my comfort, the blanket of generous velvet that keeps me safe.

It is the pure black that makes the moon so beautiful, that makes a stage for their to stand upon. It is the pure black of the night that gives the stars their beauty, and in it my heart is safe, my soul serene.

His heart thumped in accordance with slow, shallow breaths. Serenity was plastered across his face as he slept. At peace, his consciousness swirled in the land of dreams, oblivious to the physical world.

The only movement was the slight rise and fall of his chest. It was hard to imagine that this was the same boy that nearly killed me. In sleep he was angelic, his face as fresh as a dew drop, making gentle snuffling noises as he breathed.

His features were much softer in sleep, the lines that usually creased his brow replaced by the youthful appearance that matched those of others their age. He looked peaceful. Wanting nothing more than to curl up into the curve of his body.

I turned around and pulled the blanket up over my shoulder. He curled up to me like an adorable kitten. This boy really was different when sleeping, especially when you compare it to his menacing personality I had experienced before. As I got into bed I saw his face scrunch up cutely before it went back to normal.

I could feel mind slowly drifting off into sleep. I feel this blackness come over me. Like a blanket, warm and comforting. It's making my eyes feel heavier and heavier. I finally close my eyes finally sending me into a dreamless sleep.

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As my dreams linger, dancing in the way that dreams do, I arise to the light of the new day. My feet are ready for the ground, for whatever comes my way. Soon the greetings begin, the chorus of voices in my home, each as sweet as the birdsong.

As my eyes flutter open I am meant with a pair of gorgeous vibrant tangerine eyes. It looked gentle and kind. But the rest of his face said otherwise. A knife was lunged at my face, I manage to dodge by rolling out of bed. Landing with s loud 'thud' on the floor beneath me. A pained groan escapes my lips as I rub the back of my now aching head.

"Goodness, what was that for. Why so feisty early in the morning." A yawn escaping my lips as I said that. I pick myself off of the ground, who knows what feets been on it. I make my way to the bathroom. Quickly brushing my teeth and combing my long luscious purple hair which I have grown accustomed too.

The smaller boy seems to be trying to leave. I hastily wrap my finger securely around his lips, hard enough for him to wince in pain and drop the knife in his hand. He seemed surprisingly fragile for such a fierce boy. I couldn't help but chuckle softly to myself. This caused the other to scowl.

"What are you laughing about shorty!" I couldn't help but snicker as I eyes him up and down.

"Fine, fine. Your not short, but be sure to drink plenty of milk big boy." As I said that I burst out into fits of laughter. I could see a dust of pink on his cheeks. I really had the urge to tease him.

"Looks like someones embarrass." I said in a mocking tone, as if I was coaxing a child that was having a tantrum.

"I am not. You idiot! Let's just go already stupid."