"We're losing him!" "What do you mean! Save him!" My body jolted up, someone grabbed me. "Sir! We need you to let go of him!" "Jack! Please stay alive!" A loud thump sounded as I hit the bed my eyes screwed shut, they couldn't open.
Another restless sleep, and more nightmares. I turned to look at the clock, 2:41 AM. The bed was warm, too warm to sleep in. I sighed, throwing off the sheets and standing up. "Top of morning," I tiredly whispered to myself.
I walked quietly down the stairs to make myself breakfast. I decided to make myself pancakes, even though I burned some pancakes I think I did pretty good.
I took a sip of my warm coffee and sighed. Mondays. I stared out the dark gloomy window, hearing a rustle of leaves. Spoopy. I chuckled to myself and took another bite of my pancake, savoring the delicious meal.
THUD
Another noise sounded from the dark window. I froze, what would I do with my pancakes and coffee? I shook my head, dismissing the unnecessary thought. I slowly stood up and put my food in the fridge. I creeped back upstairs and slid slowly into my bed, the soft velvety covers covering my cold body.
I closed my eyes and hoped that this time I would have a better rest.
"I remember, the first time I saw you. Or, the first time I saw your name. Jacksepticeye!" I heard the male sigh, "a couple hours ago Mark came here, they pushed him away though." "Sir, visiting times are over, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"KA KA BITCH!" I heard a bird squawk. Well, it just chirped, but I imagine it says that in it's... bird language. The good news and the only news was, it was finally morning. I climbed out of bed and stretched, yawning.
"Ah! Such a beautiful day," I whispered to myself.
Ỹ̶̢̠̻̾̂ò̴̦̲ü̵̬̩ ̸͕͆́w̷̢͖̓̾͠a̷̾̇̉ͅn̷̪̱͑͋͜t̸̝͔̅͘͠ ̵͕͎̍̔t̷̢̛̞̗͂́o̷͙̱̿́́ ̸̮͚̹́͛͘s̷̫̘̘̊a̶͙͋͛ṿ̸̱̝̒͋e̶̜̒̎ ̵̩̬̽̋͠h̵͍̓̏̚͜ǐ̷̗̙͔̀͑m̶̛͖͕͆͛?̵̦̼̀́
I made my way downstairs and saw someone at the door. I tilted my head in confusion and opened the door. I felt a burning pain in my abdomen. I looked down. I got stabbed.
Ṱ̸̟̗͈̬̟̠̊̈̄̌̒͛́̔͘͜h̶̡̛͍̞̣͎͓̜̟̹̘̮̺͚̙͇̰͍̿̉̋̇͆͛̾̓̓̐͛̓̀̅͐͑̚͝e̸̤͌ņ̴̳̰̟̽̾͒̊̐́̊̎͛̐͗̓̄͛̋͠͝͝ ̵̨̪̮̬̓̇̀̿̋͘͝p̶̹̻̳͉̾̓̈́͊̂̽͗̚͜ȑ̵̡̨̂͐̉̔̐̾̀̀̽̑̉͆͋̔͝ó̵̯̰̟̗͇͓͎̱̹͖̘̜̺̝͖̌̐̆̎̄̌̑̏̓̎͌v̵̡̛̫̠͕̭̺̟͈͈͇͍̪͑̂́̃̏̎͜ͅḙ̶̡̢͎̹̩̲̗͎̖̦̼͎́͗͊̾̽̾̈͐̃̑͋͊͌̅̚̚͝ ̴̭̓͒̈̔̓͋͛͐̓̇͂̀ĩ̵̡̡̨̛̛̝̙̗̯̣͍̩̟͔̩͕͎̀͗̆͜͝ţ̸̨̥͍̹̜̗̻̭̟̦̯̱͖̙̤́̏͜͜ͅ.̸̧̡̛̙͖̜̩̰̝̻̩̗͍̈́̓̾̆̀͌́̔̚͝ͅ
My body crumpled onto the floor in pain as I gasped for air. I heard footsteps running away from me and I knew that the person was gone. A loud ringing started in my ears and one last shock of pain washed over my body as my eyes closed one final time.
F̶̗͊̓͂͜͝i̸͖͇͍̤̅̽͆͠ń̴̩͈̪̺͆̈́ḋ̵͈̠̓ ̷̥̲͘o̴̥̘̺̤͌̉u̵̫̜͉͐t̵̯͖̦̔ͅ ̶̰͈̬̈́͂w̴̯̠̕̚ḧ̴̦̫͎͓̅̑̕i̵̜̚͘̚͝ċ̵̨͎̭͖̋ḧ̸̨̖͚́̈́ ̵̛̼̐̾ẃ̴̙̈́̾a̶̩̓͘y̸̢̻̫̟͑ ̶̩̞̮͇́̎̽ȟ̶͖͝ĕ̸̺̫́͆̚ ̶̡͚̼̅̿̿̕d̴̗̲̝͎͆͝i̴̧̼̻͛̈́͌e̴̖̼͖̊̀̕̚d̷̤̦̑ ̶͈̦͖͗̏̐̐ớ̶̧͉̺̀r̴͓̥̥̙͑
H̷͉̭͈͈͉͝È̷̙̘ͅ'̶̫̺̪́́͊̎̀̂L̵͇͔̖̟̼̖̈́̇͠L̶̢͝ ̵̢͙̖͜͠B̸̪͍̱͂͊́̈́͝Ë̶̲͚́͋̐̍ ̷̥̖͌̉̂̅S̴̩̣͑ͅT̸̖̏̽͊̎͘Ǘ̷̢̑̾̔͘͝C̸̻̖̩̥̋̅̍́̆͜͝K̸̛̭̫̥̹̺̈́͋̍̌͆ͅ ̶̡̼̜̬̥̲̚I̸͚͕̬̘̞̒̏N̷̡͈͒̍ ̸͙̼̫̝̤̫́T̷̹͍͈̅͗H̷̛̱͖̠̱͆̎Ĩ̶͖̤ͅS̸͈͓̱̤͑̿́͒̍ ̷̬͈̜͍̂͛̌͜͜͠H̸͈̥̉̆E̷̤̔̃̓͠L̵̨̳̝̭͕̍͋̍͋̊͝L̸̢͕͍͎̈̌̈́̔ͅ ̵͖̳̟̰̓̈́͘H̵̖͗̃̏̕̕Ó̸͚̽L̸͖̀͌̿̐̽E̶̹̋̽̈̄ ̵̟̘͗͋̀̌F̸͙̭̹̭̂̂̀͊̃̿O̷̢͇̫͑̋R̴̢͚͈̻̱̉͛̏̑̀̕E̷̹͈͑͒̏̾̌͝V̷̞͗E̵̙̘̟̘̰͑͠͠R̵͚̼͔̘̙͐͗̏ ̸̥͔̹͎̉̓́
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Insomniac
Fanfictionin·som·ni·a /inˈsämnēə/ noun habitual sleeplessness; inability to sleep. I turned to the look at the clock.
