A text alert sounded in my pocket. I was laying on my bed reading. I put my book down, and reached into my pocket and pulled my phone out. It was a text from my friend. He wanted me to click this link. I was always wary of clicking links my friends sent me. They'd usually be pranks or jump scares, which I hated. Something was different about this one. I could tell by reading the URL it was the link to a livestream. I clicked it anyway. It took a minute to load, when it did, on my screen was a kid, no younger than I was. He was saying something. I couldn't understand. He was waving something around. He moved it so quickly I couldn't tell what it was. My eye turned to the chat in the bottom left corner. People were typing, "Do it, do it, do it." I didn't understand it all. What was happening? Suddenly the object he was holding came into view. I put my hands up to my face in horror. It was a gun. The kid held it up to his head. My eyes were glued to the screen. I couldn't look away. The kid put his finger on the trigger...and pulled it. Blood splattered across the white wall behind him. Chunks of his brain flew everywhere. I dropped my phone in terror and leaned over my bed. I vomited. I felt sick to my stomach. I had never seen such a disgusting and gory thing before in my life. I looked at my hands, they were trembling. I texted my friend back. I was pissed. How dare he show me that. He knew I hated that kind of stuff. I sent him several angry texts. By this point it was 12 a.m. so I needed to go to bed. I turned off the light in my room, and crawled into bed again. I shut my phone off completely so I wouldn't see any texts from my friend. I didn't want to speak to him. I tried closing my eyes. But when I did, images of that kid flooded my mind. Seeing the blood splatter all over the wall kept replaying in my mind. And the explosion of brain matter disgusted me. I opened my eyes again. I wasn't going to get any sleep. I knew it. I tossed and turned for the rest of the night. Unfortunately for me, I had a huge Algebra test the next day. I would fail it now for sure. At about 6 a.m. I rolled out of my bed and got dressed. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked awful. My eyes were sunken in. My skin pale. I washed my face, and went downstairs. My mom had already made breakfast. I sat down at the table and stared at my plate. My appetite was gone. I stabbed one of my pancakes. I didn't want to eat it. I was scared I'd vomit again. My mom asked me what was wrong. I told her it was nothing. She told me I looked sickly. She wanted me to stay home from school today, but I said no. I needed to get out of the house for a little while. When I was scared going out seemed to help me calm down a bit. I was sitting in Algebra class. I couldn't concentrate. My exhaustion and fear made it impossible to focus. My teacher walked over to me and placed my Algebra test on my desk. I looked around. I hadn't even noticed him place everyone else's test on their desk's as-well. He gave me a funny look, then walked away. I began working. I couldn't answer any of the questions. I just scribbled in random garbage. I knew I had failed it. When I got back home, my mom was waiting at the door for me. She looked worried. She kept asking me if I was ok. I told her I wanted to talk inside. I set my backpack down and sat at the kitchen table. I told her what I saw last night. She hugged me and told me it was ok. She told me I needed sleep. I silently agreed. I went upstairs and turned on the TV in my room. I needed to relax and forget about last nights events. Later that night, my mom called me for dinner. I still wasn't hungry. I told her I wasn't hungry, because I had eaten at school, which was a lie. She believed it and left me alone. Even though a day had gone by, I still couldn't stop thinking about that kids suicide. I laid down on my bed and tried to sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I could still see the images of blood spattered walls and brain matter. I couldn't sleep that night. Or the next night. Or the night after that. Days became longer. Harder. I began loosing weight from lack of nutrition and eating. I started seeing things. Terrible things. Shadows moving on the walls. Horrible bloody creatures. I was hallucinating. My eyes looked even redder and more sunken in then ever. My grades plummeted. I couldn't focus on anything anymore. My mom was so worried and scared, she called 911. They sent an ambulance. I didn't want to go to the hospital. I hated it. They came to my house and strapped me to a stretcher. They kept injecting me with medication. They were trying to put me to sleep. It didn't work. No matter how much they tried, no matter what medication they used, it wouldn't work. They couldn't make me sleep. When we arrived at the hospital, they set me on a bed, and strapped a mask to my face. They were making me breathe in something. It was sleeping gas. When it first entered my lungs, my eyes fluttered and shut. For a moment, they thought I was sleeping. Suddenly, my eyes opened again, I began clawing at the mask. The gas was suffocating me. It didn't work. The gas didn't work. I just want sleep. Please. I don't know what they'll do to me next. Please, send help. Just someone make me sleep. Please. Someone make me sleep...
