The Nightmares | Sean Walcott
Sean already hated it here. The walls made him feel extremely claustrophobic. The beds, or mattress since they were hardly beds, were more than uncomfortable. He punched a wall early to show an outbreak of his anger. The Med-Jacks giving him a plaster on his knuckles to stop the bleeding. He’d tried his best to get to sleep but he was only to be awoken but a noise. Being a light sleep and little noise would probably wake him up. But this time, he wasn’t woken by a noise. He was woken up by his own nightmare. He leans up from the mattress to look around the room. He leans back down to rest his head on the pillow. Hopefully he hadn’t woken anyone up with his loud gasp for air. He grabs the side of the pillow and clenches it his hand. His shut ups eyes tight. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to get to sleep anytime soon. Not here.
