Blinded In Chains -Synacky-

Chapter 1

One Three AM. Exactly four whole hours since I'd dragged myself into bed, and I was still tossing and turning. I even counted sheep at one point, but in the end I was concentrating on it too much to be able to sleep afterwards.

I hated being an insomniac, it was so inconvenient, especially after working so hard like I had been recently.

I turned onto my side once again, not able to enjoy the cold side of my pillow because I was turning over so much that both sides of my pillow were equally as warm as the other.

I let out yet another heavy sigh, gazing out the open window and staring at the moon. I never closed my curtains when the moon was visible- the moonlight was oddly comforting to me.

But it never helped me sleep.

I managed to smile contently as I felt a cool, light breeze drift across my face, the white curtains at the sides of the window billowing out slightly as the wind hit them. I could hear the very faint sound of cars on the freeway, but this, like the moonlight, was comforting.

I closed my eyes again, but absolutely no thoughts filled my head. Despite the fact that my body was restless, my mind was calm.

But even though my mind was calm, I couldn't stay in bed any longer. I needed to occupy myself with something other than just pointless thoughts.

I slid slowly from my bed, arching my bare back and relaxing all the muscles in my naked body before walking to the window. I leaned against the windowsill and breathed outwards lightly, feeling the cool late night air hit my chest. I felt goosebumps prick up on my chest and arms, and I smiled at the very slight shivers it sent down my spine.

I pulled myself away from the window and bent down, plucking my clothes from the floor and pulling them onto my body. I took a hesitant look in the mirror, grimacing at the state of my face.

My skin was pale, and dry, my cheekbones even more prominent than they had been a month ago. My eyes were dull and surrounded by dark circles. My hair was coarse and sticking up in all directions. I didn't care, even if I did look like death warmed up.

I walked slowly out of the room, sighing as I descended the stairs and walked through the halls of my dark, empty, lonely, depressing home. I hated my life, even with all the money I had. I had everything, in the palm of my hand... Well everything apart from just one thing.

Friendship.