face in door

You lay in your bed and put the blanket over you. You turn the light off and open Tumblr mobile on your phone. Your dash is dead. You sigh and put your phone on the charger after a long day of use and set it on the nightstand next to your bed.

You lay your head on your pillow and face your bedroom door. Suddenly you hear a scratching sound on your floor. You tense, then realize it must be your dog. Except, you don’t have a dog. You put the blanket over your face and hope that whatever it was can’t lift a fucking blanket.

After a few minutes you remove the blanket from your face. You glance at the floor and see a pale hand laying limp. The arm is coming from under your bed. You freeze and stare at it.

Suddenly you’re no longer in your room. Dennis Reynolds is laying in the bed next to you. You and him are in his bed. “Hello (Y/N).” He says seductively.

You scream. He morphs. He is now Dee Reynolds. You feel calmer, but still extremely unsafe. You are now in her bed at her apartment. She smiles at you. You can’t move. Suddenly the bed is on fire. She set the bed on fire. You’re in your house in your bed. It is still on fire. The Reynolds twins smile maniacally at you as they watch you burn to death.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.