Elliot's POV
One of these days, I’m going to off myself. Or my dad. Or both.
Or at least, that’s the sentiment I had for several years.
I remember the day the dreams started. Dad had just given me another scream lecture and basically threatened my life, I had failed a math test, and those dicks in my PE class had started making fun of me when they overheard me talking to my friend about being a closeted trans person at home.
It was a great day, lemme tell you.
The last thing I remember is throwing my backpack down and then throwing myself on my bed; I fell asleep shortly after, and that’s when it happened.
I was sitting across from some guy, who looked like he was a prince; he immediately spilled tea all over himself and had to ask one of the nearby maids for a new napkin.
I laughed—but something was off about it. It wasn’t just because he’d done something stupid—I felt…fond of this dude.
Not that I don’t know what that’s like or anything. I love my friends with all my heart. I just had no clue who this guy was or why I felt like that towards him.
He flashed a doofy grin at me as the maids brought him a new napkin.
“At least I was prepared that time!”
“I’m glad you were.” I smiled at him; my voice was painfully feminine. “Now try the cookies.”
“I cannot believe they let you use the kitchen!” He grabbed one; I admit, they looked pretty damn good.
“They have to trust me.” It was my turn to grin. “I know how to bake.”
“But not cook.”
“Oh, of course not.”
We laughed together. It almost felt like I was some kind of…outside observer. Like I wasn’t really the one doing these actions.
I know it’s not a lot. Like I said, this was the first dream I had in this…saga. But it was enough to confuse me as I woke up and realized I had 20 minutes to finish cleaning the kitchen before Dad came home and flipped his shit on me a second time, even though he’s the one that trashed the damn thing while “cooking.”
Luckily, he had ended up getting stuck back at work for a little longer, so I managed; when I went back in my room, I was greeted by some texts that actually made me feel a little better.
My groupchat with my best friends, Werewolf Rice ASMR, was blowing up.
LukeaDuke: TIGERELIIIIIIIIIIIII
RinRinRin: ELI-MOON WHERE ARE YOU
Muffin: Where are you 😞
Lex: Hey
I couldn’t help smiling a little. I hadn’t wanted to bother them, but…
They were missing me after all…
I ignored the weird feeling in my chest as I picked up my phone to reply.
Tigerxx1 (Me): your lord and savior has arisen /j
LukeaDuke: TIGERELIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
Similar messages came from the others, but for some reason, I stared at that one a little longer than normal.
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