Darius.
I do not like the way I felt neither do I appreciate this looming thought that wouldn't stop making its way to the back of my skull and reminding me of the unseen threat that has slowly embedded its way into my mind shortly after finding out that my uncle had somehow weasled his way back into town after returning from the dead.
I also do not like the dark haired vixen lying naked in my bed, sprawled on the soft mattress like she was auditioning for a spot on the Vogue cover… but what I hated the most was this silence.
This overwhelming silence that was so loud it echoed in my ears tauntingly as if silently mocking me.
I rolled out of my sheets, my fingers curling around the soft material that whistled quietly as I moved, and even though it was only morning… about two minutes past six, I was already incredibly irritated.
I hissed; "Wake up, sleepy head!"
