The Lullaby, The Insomniac, and The Plague (Creepypasta)

The Insomniac

Hello there! My name's Isabella! I have short, curly brown hair with green eyes and light brown skin. I live in London, England. I'm fifteen years old, and I'm a little bit different then the rest. You see, I've never slept a day in my life. But don't tell anyone, It's a bit of a secret~!

Everything was different for me since before I can remember. I started having. F.O.I.C.S., or "friends only I can see."

Their names were Lucy and Angelina.

Lucy was a sleek black cat with red eyes, and Angelina was a white puppy dog with crystal blue eyes and long ears.

I had another one, too.

I met him when I was just seven years old.

Wanna hear my tale? Sure! I'll tell you!

You see, it was Christmas, a very long time ago. I can't remember how long, exactly, but I'm certain I was seven years old.

 I lived in a small house at the edge of town, up in the cold, snowy attic. I was a sad child back then. Not a friend to my name, save for Angelina and Lucy. While most children were with their families, eagerly looking forward to opening the presents that were placed with care under the Christmas tree, I spent that holiest of nights with only Angelina ans Lucy, my parents not really caring about me, talking quietly, and sadly, up in the attic.

You see, my parents were exceedingly poor. And my mom, in my own words, was a strict and terrible person! She stayed at home, and schooled me while my dad went to work long, long hours down at the harbor "to support us", but I knew his secret. He spent most of it on alcohol. Drank it all before he even came home.

Hell, he would come home drunk, after being thrown our of every bar in England, then came home just to shout at his, "beloved wife".

Occasionally, he would escalate to violence.

He would beat her savagely, and this night, just so happened to be one of those nights.

I just stayed quiet under my covers, the warmth from them, and my friends, soothing me, until the screaming and loud banging subsided.

I just laid there, talking quietly with Angelina and Lucy to pass the time. We talked about what it would be like to have a human friend to play with, so maybe, just maybe, we wouldn't be as miserable.

Maybe, we could be normal.

I honestly don't know what happened, but someone, or something, must have answered my prayer.

Because, as the sun rose that Christmas morning, when I knew I'd have to get up at some point, I looked back to find a strange wooden box sitting at the edge of my bed.

My eyes widened in awe. I didn't leave the room the entire night, and no one came in, so how did it get there? I wasn't used to receiving gifts, especially toys, and this box was much more beautifully crafted then anything in my home. The little toys I did have were abandoned in the streets, or washed up in the gutters.

Lucy and Angelina were already checking it out though.

Lucy messed around with a tag on the side of the box, then she and Angelina pushed the box over to me.

"Here, open it!" They said in unison, which was odd, considering how much those two loved fighting each other.

I picked up the mysterious box with both hands. It was beautifully painted with colorful styles, with carvings of happy clown faces on the sides.

The tag on the box simply read, "for Isabella".

The top of the box was in grave text.

I squinted my eyes to try to read it when Lucy read it for me.