this is my attempt at a story.comments are appreciated.so please enjoy.
Chapter :1
I have a happy little home
“Lie.”
With a happy little family
“Lies.”
With happy little friends
“Stop Lying.”
I am very happy with my life
“Stop Lying to yourself.”
today is going to be the best worst day of my life
But I don’t know that yet.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
A blur of green flashes, 4:23 am.
I fell asleep 40 minuets ago.
I’m tired and in 3 hours I start my first day of senior year.
Im laying in my red boxers.
my body aches from the stress of insomnia.
I was diagnosed with insomnia when I was 13.
I used to get bad dreams so I never could get to sleep, the dreams have stopped but the sleep hasn’t come.
20mg of Zolpidem
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Saturday
Sunday
Repeat.
I consume 140mg of Zolpidem a week
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
But last night I couldn’t find that beautiful baby blue pill of 20mg of Zolpidem, so no sleep for me.
I hate baby blue.
With insomnia you don’t care, you are spaced away from time itself.
I sit up in my bed and stare at my wall for a minute or two or three or four or five iv lost count.
my arm cracks as it reaches out into the green haze to shut off my alarm clock.
Beep.
Beep.
now Im left with only silence.
My room is dark
Pitch black.
Cave.
Caves have more light then this, its dark, quiet and cold
Why is it cold it’s the middle of august ?
5:29am
I swing my legs over my bed and place my feet on the carpet.
“Its to damn cold” I mutter to myself .
I rake my toes across the carpet to try and get feeling back into them.
I walk out off my room and into my bathroom.
My bathroom has a shower that has a sliding glass door ,you know the kind with the bubbles in the glass.
I hate curtains.
the floor is made up of baby blue tile.
I hate baby blue.
I hate tile its always so cold.
I reach around the wall to find a switch.
Flick.
lights turn on
Now its just quiet and cold.
The mirror in my bathroom is a big mirror it covers the whole wall.
I stare at myself ,the bags under my eyes are small but if I don’t fill up my container of those thirty 20mg baby blue pills those small bags will turn black and purple and bulge out of my skull, it will look like I went 12 rounds with mike Tyson.
I stair at myself with my greasy black hair.
In my past life I must have been an emperor of Rome, my hair looks like Julius ceaser’s hair
“men willingly believe what they wish”
Or maybe im brutes, but this isn’t important until chapter 4.
I stare into the mirror ,I stare into my own eyes.
blood shot.
green and blood shot.
Im almost surprised they arnt bleeding.
The area around my eye sockets hurt I want to go back to sleep but iv already gone so far.
I look at my body nothing striking nothing gross.
Muscle : there was some but not enough , my skin is white but not pale just Caucasian I’m so plain.
I turn the knob all the way to the left in the shower, the water spurts down on my head it runs down my back down my chest down my ass creating a puddle around my feet.
And now I am awake ready for my day or maybe its just the illusion of the scolding water on my body.
“Who cares”
I step out of the shower and there is a thick mist around my body.
And im still cold.
to be continued.
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