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A side of your face smashed up against the open book on your pillow. Your lone blue eye opened, your green eye hidden, compressed against the novel.
Were you awake? Maybe.
Your eyesight cleared up to see the words on the manila-colored page of the novel, outlined with red and blue- Because you were in such a position that three dimensional vision became distorted? Maybe.
Fully aware your thoughts were, and the past incidents came crashing down onto you- What you knew, your lies. You attempted to close your blue eye but it refused, compelling you to this small "box" of vision- the blurred words of your book, and your off-white door in the distance.
But the state you were in didn't scare you much, though an uncanny feeling of a foreign presence existing around you did. Could it be that he was somehow watching, she knew? What disturbed you wasn't your fault entirely. It wasn't you, no, he inflicted it upon himself. Though people may doubt, you two were the male Massie and Alicia of Westchester. And besides, September is Suicide Season, right? Maybe.
It was only paranoia, of course. However, it harassed and nagged at you, and at last you succumbed to its wrath, letting it swell in your mind, but paranoia always found a new suspicion to haunt you with. And with that, you finally managed to stop the debate, realizing paranoia will always be one ungrateful bitch.
What an unnatural haze you were in. Testing for physical consciousness, you tried to move your arms, legs, and head. No reaction.
And the foreign presence grew stronger, while paranoia continuously irritated you. Your head started to pound, blue eye started to twitch, your "box" of vision got cloudier. You tried to close that one eye, tried to move, tried to sleep, or maybe awaken from this trance, but still- no reaction; Conscious in mind, not in body.
The term "Sleep with one eye open", maybe it did exist. Maybe.
(A/N) I know this is very, very...strange. I don't know exactly where this plot is going, nor do I know whether or not I'll delete this. But...Review?