The Schmidt Diaries

5/24/15, 12:45 AM

"Mike?"

"Hm?"

"What are you doing up?"

"I couldn't sleep."

"...another nightmare?"

"You got it."

Macey then sighed and sat next to me at the dining room table. I had been sitting here for around an hour now; it was inevitable that she'd find me like this.

"What happened?" she asked. "In this nightmare, I mean."

I scoffed, "What DIDN'T happen?"

"Well, okay, then; what DIDN'T happen?"

I sighed as I put my head on the table.

"I don't wanna talk about it," I finally replied.

I could feel her hand rubbing my back in comfort. She was doing that a lot lately. Of course, I've been through a lot lately.

"Well, you should still try and get some sleep," she finally told me. "It's not healthy to be up late like this all the time."

"Eh."

"C'mon, Mike. Don't make me carry you to bed!"

I turned and looked at her with confusion.

"What do you think I am?" I asked. "A six-year-old?"

"That depends," she replied. "Do you want to be treated like one?"

I rolled my eyes and sat up to go to bed.

"Thank you," she told me. "Get some rest, and I'll make pancakes in the morning."

"Thanks," I replied.

I walked into my room, lied in bed, and stared at the ceiling.

I honestly didn't tell Macey about my nightmare because it was the same one I'd been reliving over and over again for months. It was the one about my injuries at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

To this day I can hear the snaps of my arms and leg as the animatronic animals tried stuffing me into one of the spare suits. The pain I suffered, physically AND mentally, was overwhelming.

Even though that was all the way back in last September, it's still very clear to me in every detail. Hell, it's all I could think about when I was stuck in the hospital and my room.

I suppose I really should try and get back to sleep, though; I need the rest. Plus, I kinda am looking forward to Macey's pancakes.

-Mike