okay okay first prompt first time actually writing Sam and company let’s go
also very sorry @st-ckholm for taking so long!! hope you like this cuz i was winging it the whole time and didn’t expect it to end that way whoops
Characters: Sam
Word Count: 674
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The alarm clock blinked ‘2:47′ in its green text. Sam stared at it for a few seconds before turning his head back to the ceiling. Sleep was pulling him down, but his mind wouldn’t rest. His brain was just dragging around thoughts and memories in slow, agonizing circles.
It’s been what? Two months? Two months and Sam still couldn’t f*cking sleep without this downward spiral of thoughts invading his head.
He turned onto his side with a sigh. Maybe if he didn’t think about the time. If he only gets an hour of sleep by the time his alarm goes off at five, then that’s all the sleep he gets. He closed his eyes and forced his mind to go blank.
The TV in the apartment next door turned on. Apparently he wasn’t the only one who couldn’t sleep.
Sam flipped over again, trying to block out the sound with his pillow. It was some news channel, he thought. He was pretty sure.
A dog was barking down the block.
A couple was arguing somewhere below him.
The tenant above him decided to take a shower at almost three in the morning. She must’ve gotten off her shift.
And, sh*t, now he needed to use the bathroom.
He slowly dragged himself out of bed and to the bathroom. He needed to remember to water Alan in the morning.
He paused when he got back to his bedroom door, listening. He could’ve sworn he heard something.
There was a light scratching coming from the apartment door. Sam slowly made his way over to it, trying his best to stay quiet; who knew what it could’ve been this late at night in this town.
He paused again, inches away from the handle. The scratching stopped. He waited for a few seconds before turning back to his bedroom. He needed to go to bed.
Sam faltered when he got there. The window was open. He didn’t remember opening it. He didn’t, did he? But he must have. Right? Why else would it be open?
He slowly made his way to the frame. There was a slight breeze blowing in. Right as he reached the frame, a meow behind him made Sam jump.
Sam let out a puff of air. “Ashton! God, don’t scare me like that.” The cat only stared at him in response. He went over to rub his neck. “Did you open the window? Is that how you got in?”
He picked Ashton up off his bed and onto his chest as he lay on his bed himself. 2:53.
He let his eyes drift closed. The rhythmic vibrations Ashton’s purrs sent through his chest was enough to gently coax his mind into the dark of sleep.
The scratching sound started again, but his mind was too foggy with sleep to really worry about it. It stopped just as his mind slipped into a haze of dreams.
-=+=-
There was something on his bed. Or someone.
He shifted just enough to see it was 4:36. His eyes slowly traveled to the other side of the bed. Someone was on his bed.
Sam bit down hard on his lip, trying to keep the panic in. Whoever it is hadn’t hurt him yet. Maybe if he feigns sleep long enough they’ll go away. Or maybe they’ll hurt him anyway.
The thought alone was enough to make him flinch involuntarily. The figured hunched over before straightening their back. A light chuckle came from them.
“You must be a light sleeper, huh?” the man said. And it was definitely a man, from the way he spoke and moved and smiled at Sam.
He was holding Ashton just a little too tight for Sam’s liking and he found he couldn’t keep his eyes off the cat. Better than looking up at the terrifying eyes of the intruder.
The man dropped Ashton none-too-gently and inched towards Sam. They made eye contact and Sam found he couldn’t move.
Oh, God, he thought. OhGodohGodohGod.
The man’s grin grew wider. F*ck, did Sam say that out loud?
