Beyond Hagreeves (Klaus RP)

‘‘Oh no...you caught me...’‘ Klaus dropped the item and lifted his adorned hands in sign of resentment. 

I don’t belong anywhere. I don’t belong with people. I don’t belong with the dead. I don’t belong with lovers or in bed. 

‘‘It’s getting harder and harder to wake up...’‘ I flicker the accumulated ash that’s been falling on my knee from my cigarette. ‘‘Not that I don’t want to be awake, I do! No I really do! But being awake reminds me of what I see at night and it’s this...vicious cycle.’‘ I whimper and exhale a ring of smoke. ‘‘What is this stuff anyway?’‘ I stare at the small blunt between my fingers.