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 3:

Shannon blinked against the bright sunlight. Slowly and unsteadily she got up, and watched the world spin for a moment. Memories of the previous night's dreams came flooding back.

Boone…

She closed her eyes. Shannon hadn't had such dreams for at least a year, maybe more. But now…she knew how it would go. She would have nightmares every night, of Boone or her mother, or just some random dead person she didn't save, and finally, she would be so scared that she wouldn't be able to sleep anymore. Usually she could go to Boone when she had the dreams…but not now.

"Hey. I, uh, I heard what happened last night. You okay? Shannon? Can you hear me?"

She opened her eyes suddenly, god, she knew that voice. Slowly she raised her head to meet the speaker's eyes.

Boone.

He was wearing his usual short sleeved shirt, and khaki pants, a knife tucked in his belt. He was going hunting with Locke again.

"Boone…I…oh god Boone. This isn't real. I'm sleeping…damn it, Boone, I tried, Christ, I tried…please, just forgive me…please…"

Boone pulled her into an embrace. She sobbed into his shoulder, feeling the fabric of his shirt rub against her cheek, slowly getting wet with her tears.

"Shan…I'm right here. I'm not going to leave, I promise. I'll just tell Locke I can't go hunting with him today. He'll understand. And when I get back, I want you to tell me what you dreamed about, alright?"

Shannon nodded mutely, and watched as her brother walked away, off to go find Locke.

Slowly, she raised her hands to look at them.

They were covered in dirt, and there was dried blood under the fingernails.

Shannon screamed.