Sleepless: Prologue

SLEEPLESS

Author’s Note:

                I’m typing this story because I’m out of ideas for my serious ones at the meantime, so don’t raise a ruckus when I suddenly don’t finish this one. I’m in one of those moods where I prefer to read than to type. Besides, my brain can’t handle all the sci-fi thingies involved. I may as well sleep on it. Jaa…

Prologue:

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She was alone and she was miserable.

No one was there to comfort her, to reassure that everything was just a nightmare.

A never-ending nightmare.

Can’t anyone realize that she was wretched? All the blood and gore clinging to her clothes, hair and skin. It was making her feel nauseous to even be breathing the foul odor in that closed room where the only windows were a one way mirror and the only way out was the only way in and if she knew any better, it was locked from the other side.

She can feel the eyes on her. Suspicious, multiple pairs of eyes, watching her from the other side of that glass window where she could see the hideousness of her state from the corner of her eye. But all that was not on the utmost top of her mind.

The horrors of last night still rewinding in her thoughts, returning to that one scene and playing onto the end before repeating it again and again…

She clenched a handful of her sticky hair as she sagged even lower in the uncomfortable wooden chair, trying to blot out everything. Her father’s voice drifted into her mind, remembering with clarity the stories he told her…

 “Every children is born with it, be it good or bad, both can be harmless if willed too, but it doesn’t stay long. As one grows, their faith grows as well as their beliefs. If this withers, so will this ability they are born with. All men are born selfish that is why they lose what they had in the first place.” He tucked a wayward strand of hair behind one ear. “Every newborn are granted this gift as all children are naturally pure of heart but age changes them and soon their ability will fade along with age and later soon it will all disappear in adulthood…”

He would kiss her in the forehead then, bending down as she was snoozing comfortably yet remaining aware of every sound and every movement.

“…But not all children completely lost this ability that most have found to fear,” he said in that soothing voice that would soon have her drooping her eyes to sleep. “And the children had more to fear of it than the adults had, their emotions rekindling this mystical power that it would remain sleepless through out time. They are afraid, they are afraid… be careful my little sleepless…”