eccentric 》 muke | cashton

seven《 luke

I sit in Calum's old seat since it was next to Michael. He raises an eyebrow at me and winks before crossing his arms over his chest. I try not to give him a disgusted look.

"Luke." He nods.

"Hi..."

"So what's your last name... just wondering." He asks.

"Hemmings." I answer, "What's yours?"

"Clifford."

I laugh, "Like Clifford the Big Red Dog."

I glance up at him and gasp at his red hair. He laughed and rolls his eyes.

"So... what's the hardest part about your... whatever you have." He asks.

"Not being able to fall asleep, obviously. I'm always so tired and it's really hard."

He nods, "That's got to suck."

"Well don't you have sleeping problems too?" I ask.

"It's different." He admits.

"How?"

"Well I mean I can sleep, I just don't."

A sudden wave of anger flushes over me. He can sleep but he doesn't?

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"I choose not to sleep. It was hard at first but now it's been getting easier-"

"Wait... let me get this straight." I begin, feeling my chest tighten, "You can sleep perfectly fine. But you choose not to?"

He nods like it was no big deal.

"Are you kidding me?!" I yelled, standing up.

He looks up at me with wide eyes.

"Do you know how hard it is for me? I wish I could sleep, I desire to actually get some and you're just taking it for granted?" I say loudly but no longer shouting, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Luke, calm down..." Michael says.

"No! I wont calm down. All I want is just to get some sleep. This stupid insomnia is taking my life, I'm fucking dying, and you're just choosing to!"

I start seeing black spots and the room starts to spin. A buzz rang in my ear as the spots started to connect and everything went black.

"Oh my God!"