Awaken

Sleep

So did anybody mention how hard it actually is to fall asleep when dead people are possibly right outside your door eating people?

At least nobody had bothered me. I kinda surprised me when I just walked out and left everybody with questioning looks and their jaws on the floor.
The bed was creaky and old but it was better than the floor i guess.

After about an hour of staring at the ceiling I must have drifted off because I had the worst nightmare.
I dreamt that there was a dead child, yes a child, under my bed. Funny, right? Because it just so happens that I didn't check for monsters under my bed before I went to sleep.
Yay.
Anyways she just on top of me and I didn't have the strength to kill her. She was a child. I must've already killed her father.
She bit into my neck and ripped the flesh off sending blood everywhere and me screaming at the top of my lungs.
And that how I woke up, screaming.

I heard shuffling and soon my room was flooded with worried faces.

"I'm fine, just... just a bad dream."
Trey looked at me and slightly laughed.
"So you can fight a dead person all on you own but you can't handle a dream?"
My eyes shot up and I looked at him
"Get out..." I whisper
"What?"
"I said, get out!"

"Dan..."
"Cmon son. Let's let her sleep."
My mom stroked my hair and then left the room shutting the door lightly.

I didn't sleep the rest of the night. Scared of seeing things again and scared of waking everybody else up with my screams and then getting teased about it.

Sunlight flooded through the sheer curtains and It hurt my eyes. I had only slept for about an hour last night before I woke up.
I was tired. Like really tired. I didn't get enough sleep on a regular basis and now I need to be well rested and have more strength than usual and I'm getting less sleep.
Fantastic.
I'm guessing it was about seven because the sun was just starting to rise. I slid my legs off the bed taking caution when stepping on my ankle.

Everything was going so fast I barely had a chance to feel any pain. But I was now. My wrist was still bent really badly and when I unwrapped my hands the blood was dry and crusty around the edges and it looked like my left hand needed stitches.

I slowly crept out of the room and into the bathroom finding some rubbing alcohol and some Ibuprofen. I take the ibuprofen with the water in the sink and then grab a cotton ball and dump a small amount of the alcohol on it.
Well this is gonna hurt.
I slowing start dabbing it around my wound.
I gab the sink to support me and bight my tongue to stop me from screaming in pain.
After I finish I put the alcohol back on the shelf and I see something sparkling on the top shelf. I stand on my toes and grab it.
A needle.
I do need stitches.
But there is no way in hell I'm giving myself stitches. I place it back on the top shelf and reward my hands.
I then look down at my wrist.
The bone needs to be popped back into place before it can start healing.
God...
I don't have the strength to do something like that to myself but it has to be done if I ever want to use my arm again. And i do.
I go down the stairs and walk into the kitchen and see Trey eating a bowl of dry cereal.
I didn't feel like talking to him.
I know he was joking but that was like the fourth time he pissed me off yesterday.
I walk straight past him and open up a Cabinet.
Cups.
I open the one to the right of it.
Plates.
Well this is awkward. I actually didn't know what cabinet the bowls and cereal was in.
I open two more before I find the cereal and the bowls.
'Frosted Mini Wheats'
I've never been a big fan of them but I guess it's better than nothing.

I pour some in a bowl and then go sit on a barstool. Two away from Trey. Q
"Hey... I'm sorry-"
"I know." I say without taking my eyes off the bowl.
"But hey, I uhh need you to do something."
"What"
"So you know my arm is like horribly broken, well it needs to be put back into place"
"You're joking. I can't do that. That gross and what if I do it wrong and make it worse!"
"Look, I can't do it myself and if I ask mom or dad they'll say no and tell me to wait until we find a doctor. I need my arm back asap. Please. Trey..."
He got up and walked over to me.
"Are you sure? I don't know if Ii can
"Yes you can. See where the point is? That needs to be in the middle of my wrist. Not out here."
I showed him where top position his hands and what to do. The only reason I knew what to do was because back in third grade my best friend broke her arm and I walked her to the nurse and watched her pop it back in place.
Abigail.
I wonder if she was still alive. We didn't talk that much any more but we were still friends.
"Okay on my count to three."
I could see him sweating. I felt kinda bad for making him do this but I know my parents wouldn't do it.
"One
Two
Three"
I don't really remember what happened after that. I just remember the worst pain in the world, me screaming, and then everything going black.

When I woke up I was on the couch. My vision was blurry and my arm was hurting like hell but I noticed it was straighter. I heard clinking coming from the kitchen. My parents were probably in there doing something.
Next to me Trey was sitting in a big chair with his head I his hands. God, he probably felt terrible.
"Trey.." my voice was shaky and my face was stiff due to the dried tears.
He looked up and our eyes meat and relief flooded his face.
"Thank god, i thought I mighT had killed you."
I laughed a little.
"I'm okay. I mean my arm feels like it's been struck by lightning but other than that im okay."
I give him a weak smile.
"Dad said it will take awhile to heal because you don't have a cast but we can tightly wrap it everyday and it'll probably be better in a couple months"
Months.
That's a long time but it's better than having a horribly bent arm.
I spent the rest of the day on the couch, letting the sun dance around me and my body sink into the cushions.

Maybe the end of the world wasn't so bad after all.