People hide a lot.
And mental illnesses are one of them.
But some people hide them better than others, some hide their suffering until it is too late...
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Alya looked at her alarm clock, her blood pounding in her ears.
11:57 PM
She turned around, to lay on her other side, as she closed her eyes and her mind started running hundreds and thousands of kilometres per hour.
She turned around again. Readjusting her position, her head was full of idea's and plans, full of impulses, full of wrongs and rights.
It felt like only a couple of minutes as the redhead trapped herself in her mind, she wanted those tiny voices to stop.
Her eyes looked at the alarm again, expecting it to be just after midnight.
01:43 AM
It read and her hand reached for her phone, pulling it from it's charger.
3 New Messages.
She opened her phone sighing, her eyes hurting at the blue light. She squinted them in hope to read the alerts from her own Blog.
When read she opened Instagram, no new pictures had popped up so she went through her own account.
Her mind recalled all the fun times and exactly where and when each picture was taken.
Her eyes drifted to the corner of her screen.
03:12 AM
She felt drowsy as she came to realize how tired she was, not bothering to put her phone on the charger she stuffed it away under her pillow.
She turned again as she closed her eyes, but her bladder was starting to fill up, pressuring her into going to the restroom.
Her eyes hurt and she was barely able to keep them open as she peed.
She went back to bed, and she noticed how warm it was, pushing off her blanket, only to grab it back after some mere seconds.
She closed her eyes, her mind felt... empty, numb even.
But she couldn't sleep.
She turned and twisted again trying some sort breathing exercises and other things that were supposed to help you sleep.
But non worked.
Her eyes snapped open again and she looked at the time yet again.
04:34 AM
She sighed, this was usually the moment she gave up, grabbing her phone from under her pillow, but she couldn't keep her eyes open.
Yet again, she tried, but the moment she put away her phone, she almost felt wide-awake.
When she did finally fall asleep it was almost time to wake up.
But the moment she woke up, her non-asleep night left a nauseating after taste in her mouth, making her unable to eat for the first couple of hours, even water was hard to drink.
And even if Alya tried, the cycle repeated night after night.
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I won't be making these stories long, but I might do 2 stories per chapter later on.
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