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Something stapled his eyes open wide.
It hurt.
It burned.
He needed it to stop, but how could he?
He didn't know.
His eyes could be bloodshot, if they were not already.
Sleep medication.
God, he hated taking those back at the arctic base, the white tablet never sitting correctly on his tongue.
His partners forced him to take them, scavenged from the storage, tired of him staying up all the time.
The blonde skipped a lot of days to take the melatonin, throwing the assigned ones in each day out into the blazing blizzard, knowing that they look through the bottle.
After they disappeared there was no point to them, able to do whatever he wanted.
It was slowly forgotten.
Now?
He realized how wrong he was, wishing he had that small, white bottle in his possession.
He wanted to scream.
He couldn't, his friends were asleep.
Get up and take a walk.
Couldn't.
What if they woke up and they fretted on where he was?
Pull at his hair.
Wait, fuck, he was already doing that.
He quickly detached them from his hair, not wanting a bedhead when the sun rises.
He stared at his hands in front of him.
The blonde frowned at them.
His gloves were taken off as they bothered him if he wore them for too long.
He never liked looking at them like this, unsure why.
Maybe it was because of the past, the things he had done.
Or maybe fearing of the future, unsure of what he'll get his hands on.
A shiver was sent down his spine.
What would he get within his reach in the future?
He didn't know.
The male placed his hands over his eyes, acting like an artificial darkness for him as he thought.
He sighed.
This is what happens when he stays awake too late into the night.
He thinks.
And then he looses control of his own self, getting caught in the grasp of the dark void of where minds will go when on autopilot.
He thinks of things that wouldn't even make sense, or things he shouldn't have to worry about.
Things that shouldn't enter his mind when trying to fall into a blissful sleep.
Hell, he doesn't even know what a blissful sleep feels like.
Wouldn't it be nice to know?
He groaned in annoyance as he realized he done it again.
Grayson forced his eyelids to close with his fingers, as if it was a large, rustic gate, squeaking as it shut away the roaming thoughts.
How he wished it was that easy.
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The Mark of the Stars//A Haunted Fanfiction\\
Fanfiction"Maybe those aren't stars, but a map to guide us out of this place," The male said. Another responded, barren, "And that shows how naive you are." ========= Updates whenever. [[Started: October 6, 2018]] [[Completed: XX]]
