A/N: About time I updated! I decided to take a long break from writing, but lately I hadn't found any inspiration to write... until now. After this break, this is going to continue and at this rate, I will get past the 35. Apologies to all, and happy reading! xD
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. It all belongs to Frictional Games.
XXV
Terror
It would never end. So long as he was alive, he would never escape the horrors his mind brought up.
It was the same every night: the same darkness, the same terrifying roar, the same feeling of desperation and terror that took hold of him. He would wake up with a yelp, drenched in cold sweat; sometimes, he even thought it was blood. Laudanum had become ineffective, so much that Daniel didn't rely on it to sleep anymore. Now, it was a drug, necessary to keep his mind working.
His very first week in Brennenburg was a terrible experience. In bed, he could rarely close his eyes, and he often chose to stay awake and write so as not to waste energy in trying to sleep. Other nights, he would walk around the castle. Its chilly atmosphere relaxed him, quite ironically. Though the most curious thing was he would always end up in the same place: Alexander's study. The baron only locked his study at rare times, so Daniel had access to the books almost every day.
The efforts to keep himself awake were not enough, though, and he would eventually succumb to tiredness. It turned even worse as his stay grew more prolonged. In the end, there was no reason to rest.
And though time has gone by, there is still no reason to.