I opened my eyes and didn't spot a single ray of light. It was nighttime, not the nighttime where the family is piled up on the couch and watching a family favorite movie. But the night where it isn't night but midnight and everyone is asleep. I laid on my bed for another twenty or so minutes and slipped out from underneath the covers, leaving the warmth the blankets produced from just my body heat. I sighed and walked towards my door. The door creaked a little as I opened it slowly and then I opened it quickly. The door made no sounds.

I tip toed up the steps from the basement, my room, and up to the first story of the silent house. The moment I reached the top, the floor creaked loudly. I cringe at the sound the floor made but kept walking towards my destination, the kitchen. As I tip toed, the floor made more cringe worthy noises. I clenched my jaw at the sounds. I finally reached the kitchen with no interruptions. I flipped the light switch and my eyes squinted.

I looked through one of the cabinets for two coffee mugs. I grabbed a pair but the clanking of the glass echoed throughout the house, I set the cups down on the counter and listened closely for any sudden movement or any sign that someone was awake. Nothing was heard and I went back to my mission.

I took a bag of coffee grinds and a coffee machine in my hands. I'm sure I made a lot of noise while I took out the coffee bag. Suddenly, I heard footsteps and a door opening. I looked at where the sound was coming from and it was a disheveled Mikey.

"Gerard?" Mikey's sleepy voice rang throughout the first floor.

"Hey Mikes." I greeted him, still holding the coffee machine and coffee grinds.

"Do you need help?" He asked, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

"A little." I responded, smiling a little.

"Okay." He walked towards me still rubbing his eyes and then took the coffee machine out of my hands.

I reached for a coffee cup and put the coffee grinds in the mug. Then filling the other with water. I quickened my pace when I found that Mikey was already by his door, walking very slowly. I walked behind him as he was walking down the steps and into my room.

He set the machine down on the floor by an outlet and I followed him in. I set the two mugs on my drawing desk and turned around to face Mikey. He was sitting on my bed and yawning.

"Is that all?" He asked, still yawning.

"Yep." I answered.

"You sure?"

"I'm pretty sure Mikes, why do you ask?" I smile as I grab my carton of cigarettes that are next to my sketch book.

"Because the last time you needed help and you said you didn't need anything else. But then you needed help carrying canvases into the house and a fucking easel." Mikey complained but he still sounded very tired.

"Oh yeah, that was only one time Mikes. I won't do it again. Go get some sleep, kid." I commented, lighting my cigarette and inhaling the toxicity that was trapped in a 3 inch stick.

"Okay. See you in the morning." Mikey yawned again as he walked towards my door.

I grabbed the kettle and followed Mikey out. I told him goodnight and he said it back. He closed his door and I heard him put on some music and I listened carefully. I filled up the glass kettle up until it reached the number 12. I carried the water filled glass back to my room and quickly poured the water into the coffee machine. I turned the machine on and the coffee began to brew.

Leaving the coffee to brew, I took out my easel from a closet that I stored only art supplies. Then I took out some paint and set it down next to the easel and blank canvases. I let out a big sigh and started moving the easel to a corner of the basement that had paint stains and newspaper scattered around the easel and making a circle. Then, I left the blank canvas and got the coffee cup filled with water and set it on a desk where I do my homework. I walked back to the coffee machine and poured myself a cup.

I let out a sigh before I went to work. As work, I mean paint. Paint the morning sky killing off the night sky. It's quite a beautiful war, it happens everyday and I'm glad I get to see it. Sadly, no one really enjoys things, more specifically the things I like. Artwork wise. But then again, not everyone is an artist. Not everyone is fascinated by little things and having the need to make those little things into an art piece
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My hand began cramping as I was on my last stroke. The paint brush had the shade of black on the end, going over the empty white spots on the painting. I painted over the last white spot and put my paint brush in the coffee mug of water, now it was practically a new color. Or maybe it was just the black shade. I hummed as music started to play. I decided to take a break and lay on my bed.

I walked towards my bed and laid on it. I grabbed my sketchbook and set it on my stomach. Then I got back out of bed and poured myself another cup of coffee. I traveled back to my bed and sipped on my coffee then set it on a night stand.

I tapped a pencil on my lips, wondering what to draw. But I instead brought my pencil to the sketchbook and started to draw curved lines and straight, sharp lines. I wasn't so sure what I was drawing but it felt like I was drawing the night sky and the moon. My mind felt blank but it wasn't, obviously.

Time went by and I had completed the sketch. I set it down and took a sip of my coffee, it was a little cold. I looked at the time and it was almost 2:00 am. I shut my sketchbook without looking at what I created and walked to my bathroom.

The poorly lit bathroom displayed my barely visible dark circles but if it were lit properly then my dark circles would be visible. It would make me look like I haven't slept a proper ten hours of sleep in months. Which I haven't. It's been two months. The most I slept out of the two months would be six hours and that was a month ago. This month it has been between two to five hours. Some days I feel proud that I slept for five hours and some days I feel neutral about it. I moved my gaze from underneath my eyes to my hair. I brushed it out a little and left it a little messy. It added character to me, in my opinion. I left the bathroom and changed my shirt to a faded Iron Maiden tee. I put on a plain black sweatshirt and made a new cup of coffee.

It was around 2:35 and I decided to go outside and light a cig. I check my pockets to see if I have my carton of cigarettes, and I do. Before I leave my room I look over to see if the lighter I owned was laying around but it was also in my pant pockets. I shut my lights off and exit my room quietly, then the house.

The moment I left the house I lit my cancer stick and took a drag. I looked at the boy sitting at his window. I'm still wondering who it could be, the moon poorly lit his face. Meaning I still couldn't see him. I take my eyes away from him and smoke my cig and drink my coffee. I admire the moonlight and the way it hits the houses in the neighborhood makes this place look less like a dangerous neighborhood.

There was a sudden breeze that hit me and I didn't like it. My body shivered and I could feel goosebumps creep up my arms and legs. I especially felt the hairs on my body stand. "F-fuck" I breathed out. I was never a cold weather person but I dealt with it most days. And today was not those days. I looked at the window where the boy stayed at, but then there was nothing. Guess he felt it too.

"Need warmth." I whispered to myself and walked back inside. I finished my cig quickly and went back inside my room. The moment I walked back into my room I put everything that I was working on away.

I heard a weak knock at my door and my body jolted a little. I looked at the time and it was around 3:00 am, it was probably Mikey. I walked towards the door and opened the door.

"You want to watch a movie?" A disheveled Mikey asked, holding up Frankenstein.

"Sure Mikes." I smiled.

I walked up to Mikey's room, he liked movies more so he got the TV and shit. As we entered the room the movie's menu had already been playing. My face was still structured as a smile and Mikey gave me a weird look.

"What?" I asked, my smile turning into a nervous chuckle.

"Are you stoned?" He asked, focusing on my eyes.

"What?! No!" I said a little too loud.

"Whatever. Stop smiling and watch Frankenstein with me."

"Okay." I shrugged, still smiling.

We walked towards Mikes bed and laid on the end of the bed. I felt a little confused on why Mikey was still awake but I ignored it and will most likely ask him later. Mike pressed play and the TV screen went black.

Notes

Sorry I didn't update...I was sick and I've been sort of sad. So like I've been sleeping away the sadness and yeah. Also school still exists and work. So yeah. Things happen but it's all good...hope you enjoyed a shitty chapter written by the one and only

xo weenie <3