This was her twenty-second time waking late since the tragedy.
Clara's eyes still burned from the excessive crying she had endured from her repeated selfless thoughts. Specifically the thought that it had been her fault all along. The one person that she loved dearly, gone, all from her stupid, impulsive actions.
If only she hadn't—
It didn't matter, but Clara still couldn't push her thoughts away. No matter how hard she tried, they still came pushing past the barrier and seeped through the cracks of her sanity. It had nearly been a month yet it felt as if the tragedy happened just hours before. Now, it was just a matter of time before she would consume herself with guilt and self-hatred.
Either that, or the dreams would get to her first. Twenty-two sleepless nights and twenty-two demons that would attack her thoughts the moment she closed her tired little eyes. Let's not forget what she would envision throughout the nights she attempted to stay awake. The faces her sleepless eyes would conjure up around every dark corner and shadow. Hallucinations were one name for them, but she called them Seekers. The second her loved one's life was cut short they came appearing after a whole seventeen years of not being seen.
It seemed as if the one thing that kept them away was her own internal happiness but now that the one person that brought her this happiness was rid of, it was like a wide open door for them to enter. To haunt her.
To creep in the corners of her dimly lit bedroom and insert themselves into her mind just to flick the switch of her sanity.
And they were real, she knew it. If they weren't, how come the countless pills weren't working? The pills were formulated to rid of these images in her mind but that was just the reason. How can you make something that is standing before you disappear? You can't.
These shadows were more than they appeared, and they weren't planning on leaving anytime soon.
