<strong>Derek</strong><br/><br/>Derek was still lying on his bed, just zoning reality out completely and let the music flow and guide him through his buzz. He eventually down-buzzed and sighed. "Some hell of a day... I need a shower." He grumbled to himself with a coarse voice from smoking. The ghost grabbed his phone and stopped the music, shut his door and locked it before heading into the bathroom and started up his shower. Before hopping in the water, he grabbed the cellphone again and brought it in the bathroom, putting music on loudly so he could hear it over the rushing water. Derek stood in his shower, the water pouring on him nearly boiling. It helped him deal with the pain of the open wound he had hid away. He hadn't faced his emotions about what had happened not a few hours ago. Before he arrived in the apartment, before he even arrived in the country. Not the day before, he was still being yelled at. Now, it was a breath of relief. Derek didn't feel that way, he felt nervous. He still heard the yelling, the threats, the demoralizing words his step-dad used every day of Derek's life. Glad he was away from that, but the wounds were still fresh in his heart. Derek allowed a single tear to flow down his cheek, but his eyes seemed locked and cold. "I won't let him hurt me no more... I don't ever have to him again. Ever. That's good." he muttered to himself, words of comfort to him. Once out of the bathroom, he was like nothing had happened, he had locked it all away once more. Stuff put away and ready for the next day, Derek shut the light and crawled in bed, lowered the music down to the point it was barely heard outside the door and closed his eyes to attempt sleeping, music stirring his creativity and comforting him from the sudden change of lifestyle.