Short Storys

Midnight

~ When I'm alone, I think.

When I think, I remember.

When I remember, I feel pain.

When I feel pain, I cry.

When I cry, I can't stop. ~

She abruptly sat up, realizing that it was yet, only another nightmare.  She knows that she should be used to them by now, but just hasn't found a way to yet.

Sighing she laid back down rethinking the dream, trying to break it down and figure it out, but just ending up on giving up.

Unable to fall back into the dream realm, she decides to stare at the ceiling.  As she stared thoughts of mistakes and things gone wrong reoccurred to her, no matter how much she tried to push them aside, they seemed to bubble right back up, making her efforts pointless.

She thought more deeply into everything that she had done, and messed up, breaking them down, trying to think of different out comes she could have done, but always saying to herself that none of those other possibilities happened.  That every other outcome she  could have chosen she chose the worst, seeing every mistake that she made, every wrong path.  Eventually she had began to cry not realizing, and once she had it seemed to pull a trigger causing her to cry harder and harder, until, like every night prior, she ran out of tears to cry, leaving her in a state of raged breathing and sniffles.

Once she had calmed her labored breathing she only clung to her body pillow.  She felt worn out, tired, and broken, yet still couldn't muster the ability to rest her weary soul for the night.  Hoping it would help she turned on some music such as Arsonist's Lullaby, The End Is Not The Answer, The Suicide Hotline, and My Demons, and laid down beginning to get drowsy and eventually falling into a light slumber.

~owari

I already had a few of the shorts written so that everyone had a few chapters to read, if anyone reads this.  Hope you enjoy the book, Vote and comment