I'm into Insomniacs (discontinued)

Prologue

It was dark. There was nothing. Not even his own mind. He just laid there, motionless, as the waves of sleep began to wash over him. His eyes seemed to become droopy, wishing to open for the last time before he could rest. But the chances of that were unlikely. Dipper Pines, age 17, was an insomniac. Ever since he was a child, he seemed to go harsher into the nights. Perhaps that explained his boring mood. How he always seemed to have no emotion. Maybe it was just a reaction to the lack of sleep. But, if that were true, perhaps he wouldn't be having such dreams. No. Such horrible dreams. The kinds that made him feel lucky knowing he wouldn't be going to bed any time soon.

Dipper sighed, turning to his right to see his twin sister, sleeping on the other side of the room. Oh, how much he envied her. He would never say it, but he hated knowing that she could sleep and he couldn't. That's always how it was, wasn't it? She could this and he couldn't that? It seemed the only thing he surpassed her at was magic. Definitely magic, if anything. He knew, even though she had the beauty, he had the magic. And not the typical 'pull a bunny out of a hat' trick. Absolutely not. If he used his magic on a bunny in a hat, he'd turn it inside out. And this magic didn't just come to them. He had made sacrifices. He had made deals. His sins alone were enough to, if you heard them, make you tear your ears off.

He remembered it like it was yesterday. How old were they? 5? 7? Who knew? The memory was haunting either way. You could be a 50 year old man and had done what they did. Only difference was, if you were a 50 year old man, you would have either died of a heart attack or put a bullet through your own head. The kids would have done the same if they had ever gotten access to guns as children. The memory... it seemed to still be fresh in his mind. Like it really was yesterday.