237 Days

Chapter 5 James

It's 4 AM and I still couldn't sleep one bit.

I tried, I swear to god I tried, but my medicine just isn't helping, My legs are shaking on there, my thoughts, are racing.

I could hear the sound of the water dropping drop by drop, as well as the clock of the living room ticking, and-

I need to go for a run, yes, running.

Yes. That's what I should do.

I am so full of energy, I will tell my parents.

But they are asleep.

I need to tho.

I'll go without telling them.

They are going to worry, I thought sitting up on my bed, I couldn't lay down anymore.

I should probably take another dose.

Should I?

It's dangerous though.

I'll go for a run first.

I am sweating what the fuck, is it 29 degrees C ( 84.2 degrees F.) ugh, I guess I'll go without my shirt on.

It's not the first time I go for a run shirtless.

I'm hot as fuck anyway.

I put my gym shorts on, take my phone, and my water bottle, and leave my room.

Heading down the stairs, the lights were turned off, so I assumed my parents had gone back to their room.

I took my shoes from the drawer, wore them as fast as I could, and headed out.

The street lights were on but no one could be seen walking but me.

I started running fast, and after about fifteen minutes, I felt exhausted from the speed, but I couldn't slow down one bit.

It's like my body was on autopilot.

I could feel my insides shattering from the exhaustion I was feeling but my symptoms weren't getting any better.

I drank big gulps of water until my bottle emptied and I felt the urgency of going to the toilet.

On the way to find an open shop at 4 AM, which I think is absurd but I am not going home just yet, The only light coming from the artificial lamps was making my already sensitive eyes burn.

I couldn't stand looking at them anymore, so when I arrived in front of the only shop open I headed inside, but the excessive white light in that place made opening my eyes an impossible job, so I covered with both of my palms stopping in my tracks.

One of the workers saw me, I could sense them looking at me weirdly. I hated that feeling.

My pupils were prominent and dilated and I know that they darkened, I also know that I am not getting better anytime soon.

Suddenly I started hearing loud sounds, very disturbing sounds.

I sat down on the floor covering my ears and opening my eyes to see where all these sounds came from, but the place was empty.

They were coming from my head.

I sensed a hand on my shoulder which made me look at the owner of that hand, it was the worker of the shop.

It was a man probably in his early 40s, with white hair, and broken glasses.

When he looked at me I sensed his fear. It was pretty obvious how he took his hand off of me quickly taking two steps back when he realized my eyes.