When Jas Bennett hits the popular scene she catches the attention of a notorious fuck boy but all for the wrong reasons. He'd always disliked her but as soon as everyone else wanted her it made him dislike her even more. The fuck boy who was her bes...
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Jas hadn't gotten much sleep after last night. She had laid there restlessly. Trying to make herself comfortable in amongst the depths of darkness. The silence slowly perforating her eardrums as she laid there, feeling the soundless landscape absorbing her.
She had always struggled to sleep. To fall asleep, ever since she could remember. The insomnia she had been diagnosed with at a young age was bound to her, always holding her back. But today it wasn't that, that disabled her ability to close her eyes and fall asleep.
Today, she felt something else pulling her away from the depths of darkness she craved would just swallow her whole. And even though she felt undeniably exhausted she couldn't put her finger on the trigger. The one she wanted to blow.
It was almost as if there were too many triggers to just pull one. The weight of them all hanging on her shoulders, on her sleeves. She felt like the clothes she had hung up earlier on the washing line. Dripping timelessly, wet and over-absorbed, slowly draining dry.
The moisture was still on her skin from the weekend. Its preservatives, penetrating her skin. Scouring her until it was unseen and until everyone saw her. Bare and unbound.
She wondered what other people had thought when they had, too whitenessed it. Embarrassment flooded over her as she shifted beneath her sheets. The coarse fabric made her shiver as it scratched against her skin.
What did people think of her? Did they still see her as that embarrassing and weird girl just like Nate Jacobs did? Did they all want her to leave just like he had made her...
Her mind wouldn't quieten. Made up of a thousand live wires that constantly kept going. She replayed every single detail that had taken place that night. Her body the racing track, her mind the car. And it was now working at track-record speed.
And it was only a matter of time before it would burn out.
There was no denying she was confused, at what had happened. But Rue's statement had topped it off. Coming at her like a bullet to the heart.
She gazed up blankly at the coffered ceiling as she thought in the darkness. Her fingers tingled, her legs fidgeted and her eyes twitched as she laid motionless. Bored. Contemplative. She hated not being able to sleep at the best of times but when she was sleep-deprived, it was indescribable.
She closed her eyes again tiredly and took deep breaths starting to count back from one hundred. Trying to ignore all the noises, all the fears that kept her up.
It was a technique her therapist had taught her when she first started having sessions. Dr. Lewis explained the possible causes and primary effects of insomnia. She had also given her some techniques to help inhibit insomnia.
