His Little Heart

You're Okay (No, I'm Not)

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I did not sleep well that night.

At all.

Sleep failed to find me, and instead, demons invaded my world.

Demons I can't describe nor remember, they came into my small blue room under the cover of the dark gray night. They slipped underneath the door, giggling as they crept closer to where I was huddled on the bed.

Their giggles, I couldn't hear, yet I felt them, my breathing becoming more and more swallow as they tiptoed closer to  me. Their identities, horrible and demented, remained hidden within my broken mind.

What followed, I can't tell on my own.

I had no recollection of what conspired once the demons lurking within me took over my sleep, but it wasn't good. When I had eventually mustered up the energy and was decently returned to my senses - a feat that came hours after the night's ordeal - I anxiously demanded whoever had been witness to it to share with me the tragic tale.

The night started with me waiting impatiently to fall asleep. I remembered that part well, the thoughts and dark ceiling above me that I'd traced invisible patterns on in an attempt to fall asleep. When that didn't work, and my arm started to ache from holding it up, I wandered over to the window.

I opened the curtains, squinting through the window to see if any stars were out. Unfortunately, I counted zero in the black sky, and disappointed, went back to the bed.

Pulling my covers back over me, I debated if I should call Nurse Louis to share my troubles sleeping. I didn't want to bother him though, and so, I went back to staring quietly at the ceiling.

After that, I guess, either from boredom or pure exhaustion, I somehow managed to fall asleep. Outside my room, and down the corridors where the nurse's station sat, Nurse Harry and Louis were working.

They sat in comfortable silence, their fingers typing on the keyboards before them as they filed in their reports for the day. Absorbed in their typing, they jumped when a terrible sound came down the corridor.

It was a scream.

A terrible scream.

As if someone was being murdered without mercy.

It was my scream.

When the scream came again, the two nurses darted out from behind the station, leaving their half-finished work behind. They ran to where they believed the horrible noise had come from, their running feet leading them down the corridor that brought them directly to my blue room.

Another scream, a whimpering cry sounded from behind my closed door. Nurse Harry swung it open wide, his frantic eyes going straight to where I laid.

"Luna!"

He came to my bedside, Louis right behind him. I was curled up tightly, my eyes sealed shut while my lips stretched wide to let out another cry. My entire body, small as it was, convulsed as the demons within my mind tormented me.

"Luna!"

I didn't hear the shout of the green-eyed nurse, my consciousness trapped within the realm between sleep and hostile dreams. I didn't feel when he placed his hands firmly on my upper arms, locking me within his grasp as he felt me shake.

"Luna!" he tried again, shaking me slightly. "Luna!"

"Please, no!"

"Luna!"

A cry of imagery pain left my lips.

Harry's call to bring me back to the real world became more desperate. "Luna! Wake up! You need to wake up for us, darling! Luna! Wake up! Luna!"