#slepless

[letyourselfliveagain]

[shapoodle]

Apnoea: Chapter 1

Summary: Virgil is having sleepless nights. He knows everyone else is struggling with their own problems. Can he bring himself to tell them? More importantly, does he have the strength left to hide it from them?

Pairings: Platonic LAMP. Could be romantic if you interpret it that way

Warnings: Mention of depression, anxiety and stress. Might be eventual angst but will be resolved by a large amount of fluff (I promise)

Words: 641

Virgil rolled over to his other side, frustrated by the fact that his mind wouldn’t let him drift off into slumber. He faced the facts, anxious fears were not uncommon for him, neither were sleepless nights. But on rare occasions there were nights, like this one, where his head wasn’t filled with anything, it was all just blank. Nothingness. These nights scared him the most.

‘If there’s nothing wrong then why am I awake?’

‘I’m so tired’.

So.

                                                         Tired.

He looked at his alarm clock. 5:03 am. This would have to be his last attempt. He closed eyes once more and completed his breathing exercises. Four. Seven. Eight. Four. Seven. Eight. Soon his consciousness began to seep away. He felt the world begin to spin around him.

He was shaking.

                                                                                                     It wasn’t cold,

Virgil hated being cold at night. The day the others found out about this Patton made sure to put the heating on a timer at night so Virgil no longer suffered in silence.

‘He felt so cold though.’

                                                  DiD hE fOrGeT?

                                                                                    ‘No, Patton wouldn’t forget.’

                                                   WoUlD hE?

‘God, why is he sweating?’

It felt as though his mind was no longer attached to his body. He was floating. He felt sick.

‘What is this?’

                                                         Why…

                                                                                                                     Why? 

‘I just want to sleep’.

His heart stopped.

His body shot up as he gasped for air, his hand clenched the cloth around his chest as his wide eyes surveyed the room for any danger. His wardrobe was still closed (he could never sleep if he could see the pitch blackness escaping through). Cobwebs still decorated the corners of the room, his floor was littered with his clothes as well as the black cat cushion which had fallen off his bed. 

His bedside table held the same items as well. A small basic lamp, a framed card from one of his few positive memories, and a neatly folded purple jacket. There were was also some glaring numbers. 5.10 a.m.

His breathing gradually plateaued and he smiled sadly. Seven minutes of sleep.  ‘I guess that’s better than nothing’ he chuckled bitterly to himself.

He tried to shake off the heavy feeling around his eyes. He was sure any other attempt at sleep would be futile. He switched his lamp on and went over to his wardrobe to remove a bath towel. He then grabbed his jacket and some random clothes from the floor and tiptoed his way to the shower.

Before he switched the light on he made sure the ventilation in the bathroom was off, some condensation was worth not waking the others with the noise of the fan. He hit the switch and braced himself for the blinding light. He turned on the shower and stared at himself in the mirror as he waited for it to run hot. His face really did look worse for wear. He removed the hair that was matted to his temple for a closer inspection. His eyes drooped and refused to remain fully open, even when he splashed cold water on his face. His cheeks were red from the sweating and hyperventilation, but his lips were chapped from the cold chills he’d been feeling.

Was there something wrong with him? His heart. Did it actually stop beating? His hand clenched his chest again. He could hear the gently thudding against his ribcage. Well, it was there now, so what happened? He gripped the edges of the sink and shook his head, there was no point dwelling on it now, he couldn’t solve it on his own. He knew that. Yet… He removed the oversized t-shirt he always slept in and stepped into the shower. He let himself have a single thought before he was overcome by the warm embrace of the water. ‘Do I actually have the guts to tell the others?’

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[mrgvisualartist]

#Dearchild by @romyhausmann For some reason, I forgot to post it when I’d read it. The plot's so psychologically deep and powerful that I've found the ending a little too “bland” in comparison. However, I heartily recommend it if you love psychological thrillers, it's one of the best I read this year. I can't wait to read her new novel #Slepless that's now available in the USA. / / #noir #novel #thriller #reading #booklover #mystery #crime #booksofinstagram #positivevibes #actor #actorslife #NYC #LA #castingdirector #talent #acting #talentagent #agency #artist #actorlife #artist #micheleravegrassani #romihausmann (at East Village) https://www.instagram.com/p/CW4m1y2sMmS/?utm_medium=tumblr

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