Crushed Hearts [Septiplier]

Teaser

     I screamed in agony and opened my chocolate brown eyes wide. I was back in my room. I sat up, wiping my hand through damp red locks of my hair. I was sweating again, too, it seemed. I've been having these nightmares for the past month and they keep getting worse with each night. Lately I've tried to stay awake by drinking bunches of coffee, but no matter how much caffine enters my system, sleep always nags at me, pulling me under each time from my ankles. I never remember what my dreams are about, but I do remember the blood. So much blood. And the screams- oh God the screams!
     I cover my ears and my body begins to twitch. I pull my legs up to my chest and sob into my knees for what seems like hours. After my eyes have turned from waterfalls into dried up desserts, I slug out from under the covers of my bed and walk towards the bathroom. I open the cupboard and grab a small, orange bottle, popping two small pills into my mouth. I stare at my throat in the mirror as I feel the tiny tablets sink through my esophagus. They never help much, but I still take the damn things anyways. I gripped the bathroom counter and stared into the mirror at my eyes. What used to be a pair of round, soft, warm hot chocolate spheres are now two rough, broken rocks of pain and suffering. Of course, none of my subscribers knew about this. When you've been through many agonizing trials in your life, you tend to pick up some tricks. One of which is learning how to fake your own happiness. I've done it so much now that it comes naturally to me.
     I trudge back to my room to see my phone is buzzing like hell on my nightstand. I walk over and pick it up, answering the call without looking at the contact number.
     "Hello?" I asked drearily.
     "Markimoo?" An Irish accent spoke up from the other line. "Hey, I was wondering if ye were up to recording someting with me later today?"
    It was Sean. "Oh, hey Jack. Uhm, yeah, sure. What did you have in mind?" I said, putting a little more life to my voice.
     "Hm, I haven't quite decided on that one yet."
     "Alright, well when you do, give me back a call. 'Kay?"
     "Sure thang, Mark! Talk to ye later, then!"
     "Buh-bye." I took the phone down from my ear and hit the 'end call' button. I sat on the edge of my bed and sighed, looking at the time. It was only thirty seven past two. It was going to be a lo-o-o-ong night for ol' Markimoo.