Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-28060931-20160326180120

Studies show that it takes the average person seven minutes to drift off to sleep. I  however take triple the time due to the insomnia I am forced to endure. I suffered from this since childhood. Insomnia is the cause of my addiction, my addiction to sleep medication. I often overdose on the pills and the stress induced by my troubles with sleep also caused me to regularly take Xanax. I was forced to undergo rehabilitation due to these addictions. I only recently got out.

I often sit on a stool staring out of my bedroom window into the deep, dark blue void It calms my soul and the gentle tapping of thin branches against my window is also a great source of relaxation to me. I usually decide to bring a flagon of hot herbal tea with me when sitting and staring into the night. I lately started to feel really isolated. This solitude only furthered my depression, so I decided to adopt a cat. He was the color of charcoal.

I immediately took a strong liking to the creature and decided upon calling him “Pluto”. The cat was a great source of comfort. Despite my increased happiness my insomnia only gets worse. My deteriorating health however does not stop me from indulging in leisurely activities such as playing whit Pluto, or taking him out for walks. Though I started taking notice of Pluto's peculiar behavior since, while we were playing “catch the ball” once, I underestimated my strength and send the ball soaring through the air into my neigbours garden. Pluto abruptly jumped over the fence and started for the ball. At that moment, Rexy, the neighbours dog emerged from her dog house and growled viciously at Pluto.

I was convinced he would retreat but instead he launched himself with mighty fury at the dog. Then to my horror I witnessed him inflict a large and wide injury on the dogs neck. I was taken aback as far as I knew Pluto was friendly and virtually harmless. I vaulted over the fence and retrieved the cat. As punishment I refused him food for the remainder of the day.

I once again, with a cup of tea, gazed into the night from my bedroom. Pluto was in the garden. I looked at him and recoiled for he was staring at me from down there. But this was no ordinary was no ordinary stare Oh no It was not! No this stare was of pure hatred his evil eyes gleamed in the moonlight with fury and loathing. The stare filled me with a great terror. There was something about his yellow eyes that was ghastly, and eldritch.

The cat evidently realised I was looking at him because he silently hissed and stalked off into the darkness. I raised the china cup to my lips  but a mere three drops of tea greeted my lips. I found the flagon was also empty so I went down into the kitchen to refill it. As I refilled the flagon I heard a low growl from behind me. I turned around quicker then the second hand in a clock. I saw a blur of colors sprint towards me I instinctively stuck my foot forward.

It turned out that I had kicked Pluto. I was momentarily confused. Before I could come back to my senses the cat jumped and sank its grotesque teeth into my knee. I shaked him off and ran up the stairs. I heard heavy rain pounding against the windows, waves of images flashed trough my head, I was in a haze. This reminded me of the addiction. Just then I felt suddenly enlightened. It was so obvious that I should have from the very moment that Pluto attacked Rexy that he was a cold-blooded killer that seeks the taste of human flesh.

I did not comprehend why I did not figure it out, correlate the facts it seemed so obvious that it did not seem to require further analysis of facts, and events.

I heard a soft purring sound getting ever so closer. I ran into the bathroom and shut the door. I steadied my breath and seized a razor from atop the faucet. I heard frantic meowing and hissing outside the door. The bathroom seemed to grow progressively darker. Like a great shadow I could not escape. The shadow obstructed any rational thoughts I might have.

I opened my medical cabinet and there was a bottle of sleeping pills. Not some kiddy stuff either but strong meds. I again had the “It seemed so obvious moment” and popped five pills and after awhile the bathroom become brighter, and the hissing, and meowing ceased. I soon drifted of to sleep. When I awoke I had a headache and felt restless so I retrieved my hidden cache of Xanax. 