#arkawaiting

  Evan’s not doing much of anything. It seems like the days in which he has less to do all blur together. No work? No plans? He played some video games, he watched some tv. And now he’s just laying on his couch looking at the ceiling. He’s alone right now. And honestly, he’s starting to hate being alone more and more. He constantly feels like he’s being watched. Maybe that’s why he makes sure he has a knife on him at almost all times. 

  Add the obvious paranoia to the fact that his mental state has been steadily declining over the past few... Well, since this shit started. Intrusive thoughts were almost constant. Thoughts he hated. Vivid daydreams. Nosebleeds. Nightmares. Deja vu. Sometimes he just felt like he wasn’t in control. Like he’s doing things without even knowing why. And sometimes, he swore he could hear voices or see something out of the corner of his eye. 

  But he’s fine. None of this was totally new, it just seems like it’s getting worse. Likely because of stress. And he knows his friends are worried about him. That’s why he’s not calling anyone. They shouldn’t worry. He’s supposed to be tough, brave. He could take it... Right? 

  He’s still zoning out when he hears a knock at his door. He sits up and grabs the knife that was laying next to him. Why the hell is he so nervous? It’s not like a monster or whatever is gonna knock on the door. Regardless, without much thought he finds himself approaching the door. He moves the knife to his left hand and uses his right to turn the doorknob. He barely opens the door and keeps the weapon hidden behind it. Who does he see? An unfamiliar woman. 

  Brian pauses. There’s a lot going through his mind, but it’s pretty useless to actually say any of them. The thoughts are idle, meaningless. Concerns and questions for the other. Things have been getting more stressful with everything (like Alex getting more and more messed up with the movie) and he can’t help but worry about Tim.

  He knows there’s something bothering him, but he doesn’t want to call attention to it. Instead, he just stops walking and waits for the other to reach him. Would it be a dick move to totally blow Alex off today? Yeah. But Alex hadn’t exactly been tolerable lately. Brian knows that Tim has issues, even if they’ve never openly spoken about it. So what? Everyone does? Even Brian has some demons he doesn’t want the world to see. Tim’s might just be meaner than his. After all, he does seem rather isolated and he carries pills with him all the time... 

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   As soon as he hit the ground, tripped… He knew it was over. Tim was off with Jay somewhere. He was alone with the man that wanted him dead. The one that already almost killed him. The reason he was like this. Unless Tim was the reason, but he really can’t blame Tim. He tried to help.

  But he can’t help but let out a shaky breath as he sees Alex get close to him and hold the barrel of the pistol at his head. There’s still static inside his skull. It almost sounds like talking or laughing. He’s scared. Well, he’s been scared for a long time. He doesn’t even remember what it’s like to NOT be afraid. 

  He wants to believe that this wasn’t so bad. That he’s better off dead. After all, he’d rather die than become a slave to HIS will. A slave like Alex, whether he realizes it or not. 

  “I can show you where Tim is…” Those words don’t even feel like his own. He isn’t even sure why they escape his mouth. But there’s something in him, a part of him that has too much work to do to die.