2. Denial
The next night I was once again unable to sleep. I sat with the covers pulled up over my knees on the dark bed, in the dark room, in the dark castle, in the dark world. This wasn't happening. This could not be happening. This wasn't real. It was all a dream. Soon I'd wake up and be who I was and it would all be over. This nightmare could not last. It was all too absurd, wasn't it? Heartless? Nobodies? There was no way any of this could be real. Stuff like this didn't happen in real life and if it did there was no way it would happen to someone like me, right? It wasn't real. If I could just get to sleep, then I could wake up and it would all be over.