Self harm colorless

2:00 AM

Waking up.
The static speaks to me.

Inside the warm and unforgiving walls of my dwelling, my hair is in my mouth. Disgusted at the taste, I pull it out with a yank. My head still aches. The constant pounding beat of migraine still barely resigned since the medication. I lay still for what seemed to be forever,and my eyes wander until I've had enough of the dark.

Getting up onto my aching legs, I feel the cold wall until I find the light switch. Shutting my wooden door to completion,the faint yellow light of a single lamp dimly igniting the dark.

Sitting down in my beanbag chair I practically begged myself to buy, I reach for the sleek black remote with my shaking hands.
Whatever was on the television was dim,I couldn't hear it no matter how much I turned up the volume.

Unable to fall back to sleep, I settle myself in my chair, and wait for morning.
Not wanting to disturb my mother and father,there isn't much I can do that won't wake them up. Whilst I wait,many memories flood into my mind.

The colorless mind.
The static speaks to me.

(OOC: Phew! That was surprisingly fun. I gave it a shot,and tried. If you guys like it,I'll definitely make more! And if no one reads this anyway, I'll probably still make this.
Damn it.)