My Scars and Messed Up Mind(PAFP either gender needed)

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    I don't know why, but it was so annoying! I glared at the little red piece of cereal in the bowl it was floating in a sea of milk, I don't even think it was real, but it was there and it wouldn't move nor go away I swiped the spoon at it multiple times, but it just returned to the center. Finally, I cried out in defeat and stood up walking over to the sink I practically threw the plastic bowl into the pool of water, not caring about the milk still inside. Looking at the water again I almost screamed seeing the red piece, turning away I stomped over to the couch and plopped down, leaning my head back to stare at the ceiling.

    (I am inactive, sort of)


    Xavier Anderson

    I looked up from rearranging the kitchen utensils for about the second time today. "Evan, you ok?" I asked my roommate. I was starting to tap my foot because if I was unable to finish rearranging the utensils I felt like I'd explode. I crossed the room reluctantly and walked into the small living space of our apartment.

    It's fine I am too sometimes


    I blinked while staring at the ceiling, then without turning my head I focused my bright green eyes on him,"...I'm fine,"I told him after a moment. I still refused to turn my head to look at my roommate, and soon I had looked back at the ceiling, that is until I blinked once more and the red dot was back, that's when I decided to turn my head.

    I shrug and walk back into the kitchen, "If you say so." I say, and restart rearranging the kitchen utensils. Evan sure is acting different, well, more different than he usually is, I think as I start humming a random tune. Soon the tune turns into, Teenagers by My Chemical Romance.

    From the couch I could hear Xavier's humming and at first I didn't recognize the song, but when I did I began to quietly sing along to the humming. It was oddly comforting to me to sing quietly to myself, it soon made me forget about the red dot that's been irritating me.

    After I'd finished rearranging things in the kitchen I double checked the refrigerator to see if it was closed, then I did the same with the cabinets. It's like a nervous tick, I guess that's exactly what OCD is, just something I'm going to have forever. I exit the kitchen and sit on the right side of the couch, it's the spot I sat in all the time. I ceased my humming and reached across the coffee table to get the television remote. Once the television was turned on it was on a documentary about World War 2, I stayed on the channel.

    I stopped singing when Xavier walked in, jumping when he sat down even though I knew he was going to, I shifted slightly so I was as far from him as I could get. I know that he probably would never hit me, but I never thought my parents would either, so I had a constant fear of someone suddenly lashing out at me.

    Once Evan moved I settled back into the couch, I turned my head to him. "I'm not going to hurt you, goodness." I say, not knowing about his past. I grabbed the remote again and started flicking through the channels. After a short moment I found a hockey game that had just started.

    I wouldn't look at him as I responded,"I know, I was just getting comfortable,"I was a horrible liar, I was no where near comfortable and it probably didn't look comfortable either, with the way I was squished up against the armrest. Also usually I wouldn't look at the boy anyway, but I always stare at one area, now I was looking everywhere.

    I look at him, his eyes darted every which way, never landing on me. He never ceases to amaze me with his antics, I think. "Comfortable..." I mutter with a slight smile on my face. "How'd we become to be roommates again?" I asked Evan as I turn and check the door to see if it was closed all the way.

    I didn't even have to think about that,"my dad kicked me out of the house, since I was 18, and you found me sleeping on a park bench,"I answered. That day was like heaven to me, I had really ran away, but it was easier to say that he had kicked me out.

    I nod, "Sounds right. And how long have we been in this apartment?" I ask him slowly. Sometimes the questions soothe me, sometimes they just fuel my need for checking things frequently. I sigh and start singing Pain by Three Days Grace in my head.

    That one did make me think,"about four months now,"I replied, his questions had distracted me from the thought of him hitting me, which had made me obviously relax. I was still squished against the armrest, but my tense body was relaxing.

    I nod again, "Hmm, thanks." I mumble very quietly. Usually I will ask these questions about twice a month. I'm glad it looks like Evan has relaxed, I definitely have too. I turn my head back to the hockey game, my internal singing has stopped now. I do eventually put the remote back on the coffee table. I make sure it's straightened and isn't so close to the edge of the table that it may fall.

    "Yep..."I said quietly and turned my head to concentrate on the game. After awhile of watching the game, I was distracted by sickly sweet female voice,"oh, Evan~"the voice said, glancing at Xavier I could tell he couldn't hear it. I tried my best to just watch the game and ignore the voice, but it wouldn't leave, it was taking everything in me not to scream, I clamped down on my lip as it kept talking, not long after my lip was bleeding.