thatonedudeguy

Alfred awoke that morning, and it seemed like any other. He brushed his brown hair out of his face, and dragged himself out of bed. His house was eerily silent, because as always, he was alone. His dad used to leave before he woke up and came home after he slept (And Sometimes he didn't come home at all). It was the only way to bring home the money, his father used when Alfred complained. So Alfred stopped complaining. Alfred stopped feeling. He got used to being alone. Robert's got a quick hand. He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan. He stared into the mirror, and sleepless hazel eyes looked back at him. He'd only managed