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Long Live The Reckless and The Brave
Stay Awake
Jack's POV
I stared up at the ceiling. Seconds turned to hours as I lay on my bed, waiting for something; no anything to occupy my unquiet mind. It'd been like this for weeks - ever since I'd come back from that hell hole of a damned hospital. I mean seriously, I know I was getting pretty bad but meds? Really? It wasn't like I was going to commit homocide! I smiled wryly..well actually this one time I did tr-..actually never mind, some things are best left unsaid.
Rolling over onto my stomach I sighed heavily, waiting for sleep to consume me.
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Alex's POV
I stared up at the ceiling, my heart pounding my chest like a gun shot. Wide eyed and panicked, I flung myself off the bed and into a ball on the floor. Any moment now he would come and-
"NO,"I scolded myself, still shaking considerably, "he is not real and he cannot hurt me, not anymore," I chanted to myself quietly, remembering all those therapy sessions I used to have back in the day. And by back in the day, I mean last year.
Picking myself off the floor, I stumbled back into bed, sighing in relief as sleep invited itself to me. My life was a nightmare. One that didn't end when you woke up.
I stared up at the ceiling. Seconds turned to hours as I lay on my bed, waiting for something; no anything to occupy my unquiet mind. It'd been like this for weeks - ever since I'd come back from that hell hole of a damned hospital. I mean seriously, I know I was getting pretty bad but meds? Really? It wasn't like I was going to commit homocide! I smiled wryly..well actually this one time I did tr-..actually never mind, some things are best left unsaid.
Rolling over onto my stomach I sighed heavily, waiting for sleep to consume me.
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Alex's POV
I stared up at the ceiling, my heart pounding my chest like a gun shot. Wide eyed and panicked, I flung myself off the bed and into a ball on the floor. Any moment now he would come and-
"NO,"I scolded myself, still shaking considerably, "he is not real and he cannot hurt me, not anymore," I chanted to myself quietly, remembering all those therapy sessions I used to have back in the day. And by back in the day, I mean last year.
Picking myself off the floor, I stumbled back into bed, sighing in relief as sleep invited itself to me. My life was a nightmare. One that didn't end when you woke up.
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hi this is terrible and idk where i was going with this when i wrote it a few months ago bye