My Skin is Crawling

Chapter 1: Poisoned Dreams

What's going on? Why is everything so dark? I feel numb. Am I floating? Is this real? I can't hear a thing. My fingers are tingling. It hurts. I'm deaf. I'm in pain. I'm mute. Can no one hear my cries? I can't hear myself. I'm lost. I'm abandoned. Help me...Help Me...HELP ME!!

"AHH!!" I shriek loudly as I quickly sit up erect. I frantically search from side to side, up and down all while feeling the blankets and mattress beneath me. They are warm from my body's heat. Although it's the middle of the night, the rays of light beaming from the full blown moon outside the window flood the room. I recognize this room. It's my room. I'm in my room? Right, of course, where else would I be in the middle of the night? My heart's beating so rapidly that I can see my shirt rippling with every spastic beat exerted from the precious organ. Not only that, but I'm also drenched in a deep cold sweat, and I'm breathing short, quick and painfully. No more sleep tonight. This is the regular procedure. The usual.

This isn't even the first time I had this strange dream. It isn't event that scary, yet I scream like I'm in agony every time. Maybe it has a meaning. It must be underlining because it is clearly not presenting itself directly to me. Maybe the dark void represents isolation and the pain represents suffering or emotional turmoil. Or maybe I'm over looking this this way to much. It could easily just be a simple nightmare....That I dream every night at this time. This is occurs so often that my parents don't even respond to my late night screams of terror anymore.

My nights usually go something like this. 1) Go to bed. 2) Sleep peacefully for about 2-4 hours. 3) Dream that sick, twisted dream. 4) Shriek and wake up as fast as possible. 5) Ponder over anything until it's time to get ready for school.

All my friends and family keep suggesting that I go see a therapist or doctor or anything, but I just scoff and reject the idea as if it's a bug, and with that, I simply continue on with the rest of my day. I mean, I'll get better...Right?

Author's note: Hey everyone! I'm sorry for those of you who really wanted me to continue on with Lingering Fingertips, but I just didn't have the heart or effort for that particular fanfic anymore :(

But I'm back and ready to right a new!

This is going to be more of an angst/hurt/comfort with Stan as the main character :)

Hope you all enjoy!! ^__^

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