He closed his eyes. Then he opened them. He flipped and flopped, he tried his damnest but even with being so tired, so many things kept bugging him. Messing with his head. It took a while, before he went to sleep, and even then he was woken up quickly by his nightmares each time he drifted off. The darkness swallowed him whole, twisting him in impossible ways. Dreams about things that had happened, things that will never happen, and dreams he only wished could be. He was home again, smiling, with his mother. The nurses kidnapped him and he went through so many brutal experiments. The lines of what he wanted and what was only simple dreams blurred. Images flowed to him again. Dreams with Luna, and Jess and the new girl, random, impossible dreams. Fragments of dreams.
He kisses Luna, no he was killing her, no he was killing Jess, the new girl killed him, Nurse Phil being ripped apart by a dark beast, was that him? Towns destroyed, cities crumbled, what's in a name? is anything real? the girl outside, what was her name, she held a gun upon her temple. It was Luna, she was killing herself. Jess overheated, herself being reduced to ash, the entire world burning along with him. Him? Yes he had caused it, they suffered because of his darkness. He was floating in darkness, in envelopes him, it feels like bliss. Ecstacy. The darkness unravels, dark figures darted through him, pain now filling him. He wanted the pain to stop, why wouldn't it stop- He woke up again, throwing his head forward, slinging sweat across the bed. He panted quickly, hyperventilating, he needed to calm down.
He looked at the clock on the wall. It'd only been five minutes, yet so many dreams... He ran his fingers through his brown hair and cursed under his breath. He would never get to sleep like this. He needed... Something. Nothing in the world made sense and the darkness was whispering. Huh? Yes, he looked around, the shadows... they whispered to him. Slowly, he laid back down, and let the darkness wash over him. Just like in the dream. As the darkness enveloped him, he felt bliss, ecstasy, he was at peace. With the help of the darkness, sleep did take him, and anyone who looked in would see a dark room, with an empty bed. He had become one with the darkness, and he slept.