• quin_pretty 5w

    "Come on, let's go to sleep," I said dragging him with me, but he shook his head and stood his ground. "Why? You're exhausted."

    "I don't sleep. I haven't slept since I was five."

    "Why?"

    "My mind is dark and demented. It has a scary way of haunting me, and destroying me the moment I close my eyes."

    "You're afraid of your dreams?"

    "Not dreams," he said quietly. "Nightmares."
    ©quin_pretty