Scribble~ Scribble~
'I can't... live like this anymore. I beseech you, Da■■■■■■■! Help me!'
"Haaa—!"
I awoke with a scream.
A blank ceiling greeted my sight as I sat up in my bed, feeling my breath come out in ragged gasps.
"Haa... Haa..."
My mind throbbed as I held onto my forehead.
"F-fuck."
I felt like utter shit.
In spite of a day passing since the incident with the phone call, the images of what had happened continued to haunt me. They persisted in my thoughts and dreams, making it impossible for me to catch more than a couple of hours of sleep.
Even if I were to return to my bed right now, I was certain that I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep.
This...
It was almost as if it were a curse.
'I can't live like this anymore.'
There had been times in the past when I used to get little to no sleep, but it had never been this extreme. I felt haggard, and my mind was constantly hazy.
Plop!
