clay. clay nikolas. he's scared of sleep ig.
how?
yeah
he's gay, and afraid of sleep. pick a struggle dude.
ANYWAYS.
Clay! He was a teeny little boy. Just around 6! He was lively, energetic, and a fun boy. A nice boy. A great, understanding, obedient boy.
Really! All of the things I just said are very true. That is, until he was introduced to the real world. The people, the things they do, and much more stuff that happens in your life. He used to think that life was never ending. That he'll just be a child for the rest of his life, happy-go-lucky and thriving. That was false. He was introduced to death, and how people die. All he seemed to ask after that was why.
Every single night he laid in bed, wondering. He could really die at ANY moment here, at any time. The thought always loomed over him. At school, at the neighborhood market, and with his friends. He always assumed everything was against him, especially at night. He had to be cautious. No, he had to be extremely vigilant and alert. The more he did, the less he slept. At night all he did was stare at the walls. He was oh so tired. Tired of being on guard. But he didn't want anything to happen to him, no matter how much he was a reassured. He was.. scared. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he was. His mother had finally found out, and lectured him for it. He apologized multiple times, and it wasn't enough. She then put him on medications, but he refused to take them. Of course, the bitch was scared of those as well. He was scared of society. Again, he thought they were against him.
She (his mum) had finally given up, and taught him how to make caffeine and how it effects you. She also gave him some advice, and told him to be careful.
He did! He stayed careful! At times, he was so incredibly tired that he would pass out, and wake up drenched it sweat. It was a raging nightmare in there. Ew.
He grew up, everyone does. That's life. Clay did not like growing up. He became insecure of himself. How he looked. He always stayed at home locked up in his room just staring at his mirror reflection. Oh he hated it.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid. Look what you've done to yourself, Clay. This is your fault. You should've have been oh so sensitive. You could've just let it go. It's the norm, Clay. But you just had to ruin it. Now look at you. You look horrible."
He had said this to himself. Then boom! An idea. Mask.
idk what to write anymore. i'm kinda just winging it HAGRHSJA AND I MOVED FROM THE ACTUAL TOPIC. SCREAMS
