*HIATUS* Insomnia {c.h + l.h}

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I'm just gonna warn you in advance, I started writing this at 5am so sorry if there are any mistakes, or repeats. Or just random shit that makes no sense. Just thought I'd warn you... XD

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Groaning, the dark hairs boy rolled over checking the time on his phone.

5.36am - 59 hours (a/n: the hours thing is how long he has been awake since his last 5 hour or longer sleep. Idk if that's confusing but yaknoe)

You see. Most people they have some nights where they can't sleep. It's different for Calum. He seems to never be able to sleep. The only times he does is when he passes out from pure exhaustion.

This would be day 3 of no-nights sleep. About 59 hours. But somehow the young boy had become used to only getting around one full nights sleep a week.

He sighed deciding to give up on trying and dragging himself out of bed towards the bathroom to shower before inducing more torture at the hell hole that is school. All he does there is sit with his head on the desk and drown out the teachers lesson with his headphones.

You would think that they would be annoyed by this. Well some are. But most have just gave up trying and just let him be. They know he won't participate so they just ignore him and pretend he isn't there.

He turns on the shower and waits for the water to get was as he strips out of his clothes. Testing the water with his hand before slowly stepping under the jet stream of warm water.

He lazily wets his hair before scrubbing shampoo through it, leaning his head in the wall sighing with his eyes closed.

Why can't I just fucking sleep.

He thought and rinsed the shampoo from his scalp. He quickly washed his body with soap before ringing of and turning off the shower. He stepped out, ruffled a towel through his hair getting most if the water out of it then wrapped around his waist securing it and walked back into his room.

Looking at the time mentally punching the wall as he saw it was only 5:58am. He flung himself back on the bed closing his eyes.

God fucking dammit.

Calum hated his 'disorder' although some people don't even call it that. They just say he's over exaggerating and staying up too late. He's got into quite a few fights over it. But never had the energy to finish them, obviously, because of getting no sleep. No one ever understands how much it affects his daily life. He's fell asleep on his desk many times and faced the embarrassment of everyone leaving class and he was still sitting there asleep on the desk, only to get yelled at for not paying attention.

He lived alone in his small apartment, only because he was constantly waking his family when he lived at home because he would get up and walk about the house at 4am trying to somehow tire himself out.

He couldn't help not being able to sleep. But it was slowly eating away at his life. His grades dropped drastically, he lost interest in thing he loved, football, guitar, bass, music in general. he only listens to it now, occasionally, once on a blue moon, he will drag his guitar out from under the mountains of shit that is his room and play a bit to try help him go to sleep. This just frustrated him more because he can't get the cords right, he hits the wrong strings, all because his vision is somewhat blurred from lack sleep.

He groaned loudly as his phone started to play the first few notes to his, far to familiar, alarm tone. Rolling over, he turned it off staring up at the ceiling.

6am - 60 hours

After laying for what felt like hours, but in reality it was only about 15 minutes, he realised he was still In his towel. Dragging himself out of his rarely used bed he threw on a pair of boxers,,black skinny jeans that were ripped at the knees, and probably needed washed, and a green day shirt. Trudging into the bathroom he brushed his teeth and splashed some cold water on his face trying to make himself look less tired. But when you've been awake for around 60 hours straight that's quite hard...

Slowly he made his way to the kitchen, grabbing a box of Cheerios and pouring himself some, he sat and pushed the Cheerios around in the milk only eating a few spoonfuls. His appetite hasn't been very high lately, but he doesn't really care. He dosent care about anything lately. Everything is either going in slow motion or going to fast for him to focus.

After eating about 5 spoonfuls of cereal he chucked the rest down the sink and checked the time on his phone.

7:30am - 61 hours

He flung on his black hoodie and chucked his bag over his shoulder, quickly puting on a pair of vans before leaving, locking his door and walking to the bus stop. He liked being on the bottom floor because he didn't have any stairs to climb every day. Once he made it to the bus stop he leaned against the pole, he lived quite far away from the school so he had to get a early bus. But he didn't care, it's not as if it is interrupting something other than his self hatred because of this damn disorder.

After about 10 minutes of sitting alone people started to pile onto the bus. Calum hated it. It's not that he hated people. He just would rather be alone. Everyone is always so jumpy and energetic while he's over in the corner suffering, almost passing out from tiredness.

Eventually they pulled up to the school and everyone piled out, the dark haired boy just sat and waited until everyone was off before moving, he didn't like crowded spaces. He preferred solitude, alone and where the only noise a was from his headphones or speakers.

He made his way towards the school and Calum when in the back entrance, like he always did, slowly making his way towards his locker. he pulled out the keys unlocking it and grabbing my books for the fist two periods.

English and Chemistry.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

The two most boring classes on his whole time table. He debated on ditching as he locked his locker walking to the canteen.(cafeteria) and sitting down next to michael.

"Hey cal!" Mikey said, a bit too cheery for 8:30am on a Monday morning. The dark haired boy just huffed putting his head on the dest dramatically. "No sleep again?" The bright red head said in a sad tone and somewhat of a nod and a low murmured "nah" came from the exausted boy. Still not moving from his position on the table. The older boy sighed and draped an arm over Calum's shoulder.

"Mate, you shouldn't force yourself like this, how long is that now. Like 3 days without any sleep? You should just go home" he suggested trying to get a reaction out of the boy.

"And do what michael?" He exclaimed raising his voice slightly. "Im trying so hard but nothing's working. I've had prescription after prescription of sleeping pills but nothings working! I just can't. Fucking. Sleep..." He said trailing off and noticed a few people staring. But the tanned boy simply didn't care. Sighing he stood up before trudging out of the canteen making his way towards his first class leaving Michael to sit alone until luke, ash or someone comes. The older boy just groaned, standing up going to his locker grabbing his books for the day.

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Hey guys, sorry that this is kinda shit but as I said I wrote it at 5am sooooo... Yea....

I promise it will get better (I hope) and also this is the first book in my kind of mini series of mental disorders, if you want you can check out my other ones, I don't know when they will be out exactly but I think I'll try finish this one first then start another so I don't get confused.

Anyway I'm rambling. I do that a lot sorry. But I promise I'll try to update regularly as I can and the next update shouldn't be as shitty as this one XD

- Rachael :P