Damien closed his eyes, pulling the covers over himself, as he tried to shut out the disturbing thoughts clouding his mind. During the day, when he was surrounded by people who he knew cared about him even if they denied it, it was easier to keep those thoughts at bay. But at night, when he was alone in his bedroom, he could not help but feel bothered by them. He was disturbed by how easy it was for him to kill Xavier, to just rip his heart out and drop it to the floor, as if he had not spent the past few months with him. He was bothered by how he felt no remorse, no guilt for killing one of his very few friends. And somewhere deep down, even though he denied it, he was afraid. Afraid of what he was becoming.
Damien turned to his side, opening his eyes only to find himself staring into g
