Insomnia Chp 3

Now as you could imagine after A dream like that I was on edge when it came night time. The next few nights were spent laying in my bed gazing mindlessly at the glowing star stickers on my ceiling (apparently in the minds of my aunt and uncle I’m still five) and twiddling my thumbs. One night I tried to turn on my television and Uncle Richman damn near unhinged my door telling me to turn it off. 

In the mornings I noticed the bags were starting to reappear beneath my eyes which made me apprehensive. I found myself army crawling to my aunt and uncles bathroom to use her facial blending shit to hide the worsening purple outlines.

School was coming up soon which brought upon unease considering the jail bait thought and I’m wearing my aunts face make up. To make things worse my aunt got it to where I had to start school sooner because she believes that making friends would separate the anxiety from the nightmares. Never had she been further from the truth.

What I remember most about that entire week up until school was the chilling feeling of the god forsaken monster always following me. The feeling that it was always right in the corner of my eye but gone whenever I whirled around to check. I would imagine its presence above me, its jet black goop slowly dripping down hanging right above my head but never touching. The lack of sleep slowly took its toll and made some senses deaden and others hypersensitive, for example something as loud as a note book dropping I could hardly hear, but whenever I touched something it brought upon great pain.

By the end of the week the sudden departure of my medicine mixed with the sudden lack of sleep was gaily consuming my concentration. Simple tasks like watching television and getting up to get a drink of water were easily interrupted by a sudden loss of memory. My gross motor functions were becoming debilitated as well. Some simple light thing such as a telephone felt a hundred times heavier than what it actually weighs.

The last day before school started is when the hallucinations started. In case you did not know lack of sleep promotes audio and visual hallucinations. I remember going to the st0re and when we walked down the breakfast isle I was told to get coffee grounds. The entire walk there the store was spinning, and in my mind I knew tomorrow was going to be worse. I hunted for the strongest brand possible and when I found it I saw that it had a “Caution keep away from kids” sticker. I thought it was perfect, but when I grabbed it to pull it off the shelf five hands shot out of the shelves and following through were the bodies of children. They were cold, and limp. I screamed in terror and fell back onto my head, there was five dead children bodies pinning me down. Upon closer inspection I noticed they had the same black veins that Alice has before she turned into a monstrosity.

I panicked and pushed them off of me and jumped to me feet as quickly as I could. One of the bodies which had black hair looked up at me. Its eyes where black where white should be and gold where the color should be. It was calling my name repeatedly and it slowly got to its feet. The others who looked similar, floated from their stomachs to their feet. All together they gave a smile and started calling my name simultaneously. The black liquid dripped from their noses onto the floor where it slowly flowed towards my feet. I struggled hopelessly to move out of its path, but once again I was helplessly paralyzed. The liquid burned though my shoes and slowly consumed my feet. I screamed but no matter how loud I screamed, it seemed that the chanting of my name was louder, as if it was right in my ear.

Suddenly I was struck, I felt myself grow dizzy as my face throbbed but when I looked around I saw that everything was back to how it was before. And I was standing up with the bag of overpowered coffee ground in my hand.

On the way home Uncle Richman chewed my ass out. “What the hell are you thinking screaming and making a big fucking scene in the middle of the god damn store?” Aunt Marie looked back at me, and studied where my uncle struck me. “Richman you gave the poor kid a black eye”, she looked closer “Are you wearing my make up?” I began to panic on the inside, as she wiped the makeup from my other eye and the look on her face changed. “You haven’t been sleeping have you? Well looks like we are going to have to get you back on your medication again.” I looked down and took off my shoe to see how my foot was, when I removed the sock I saw that that from the bottoms of my foot to the top… was a deep red.