An Insomniac's Nightmare
Have you ever had insomnia? If you have then what I'm about to say won't seem that strange, but if not, well, we'll see. I'm not going to tell you what a person like me feels; I'm going to show you what happens for yourself. I'm going to take you through a single night where the subconscious becomes reality, where you can see things in a way that you have never seen them before. Are you ready for this?
(Dominic Monaghan-An Insomniac's Nightmare, preveiw)
CHAPTER 2:
Shannon clawed at the frozen, muddied ground.
She could barely stand watching him being lowered into the ground, never too see daylight again, only hours earlier. And now, something inside of her just snapped. Here she was, now, digging up the earth with her fingers.
She needed to save him.
Boone's cries where growing fainter. She needed more time. Time that she didn't have; her fingernails had begun to bleed, but she didn't notice that, or the cold and frozen numbness all over her body.
"Oh, god Boone, please…"
She could faintly hear her name being called, the yells muffled by the beating of the rain, and the crashing of the thunder.
She needed to save him. Shannon couldn't, wouldn't be able to stand having to see him, dead, every night, not Boone. She couldn't have the weight of his death over her shoulders. She had too many. And she knew that she needed to at least try to save him, and if she failed, then maybe he would understand.
"Shannon!" she recognized Jack's voice and moments later strong hands were pulling her to her feet. She struggled, kicking, screaming, determined to continue digging.
"He's not dead. He's not dead, god damn you! You buried him alive, you son of a bitch!"
She remembered feeling hot tears rolling down her cheeks; remembered yelling more, digging more, and then finally, the world went black.