Am I Insane? Insane? insane is not a word to describe me, would an insane man lay awake at night, looking at the darkness and questioning the existence of monsters in that darkness, we all have a bit of insanity in us all. One night in particular, I lied awake, drowning in sweat, haring the voices in the darkness, the voices which only the dead can hear. I was moaning for the voices to go away, I was screeching and scratching on my beds wooden headdress. The voices and the noises of the night got louder and louder, it got so loud I couldn't even hear my own hart beat or my own breathing. I jumped out of my bed in a fit of rage, looking and screaming at the darkness to leave me alone. I ran out my house, and down the streets. I looked up at the night sky, questioning my sanity. Was I going mad? What's happening? Why can only I hear the voices? I walked back home, opening the door, going in head first, to see if the voices is still there, there was nothing, the voices died out, I finally could get a nights rest. I made my way up the stairs, opening the cupboard to get new dry blankets and sheets. I removed the sweat drowned sheets and blankets, and replaced them with the dry ones. I finally closed my eyes and forgot about the darkness and the voices. Instead I dream of fires consuming me, I dream of my enemies laughing at me, but they start to fade, the fire and the pain went away, I saw a light that took away those horrible things, it was the sun rising showing the morning light. I woke up and the darkness that caused the voices is gone, but the dreams stay with me. I hear a knock on the door, as I opened it, my sister came in with food and money as she usually does, she asked me how I was doing, how can someone ask you how are you doing when all u hear is voices in the darkness, but I replied saying I'm fine, which in reality, I'm dying inside. She finally leaves, and I sat in the kitchen on the chair, waiting, looking at the clock, hearing every tick of the clock, waiting the hours down.
