Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25272701-20150221200237

God dammit, they didn’t work!

I woke up late at night, yet again. I’ve been unable to sleep for the last few months and it has been driving me insane. Those rare moments when I do sleep seem to only last for a few minutes. I find myself unable to concentrate at work. I’ve become very bitter around other people and quick to get angry. Every night I would lay in bed and just stare up at the ceiling. My wife has been trying to be very supportive, but even she’s growing fed up with me. I’ve tried everything. I’ve tried eating right, using a different schedule and practice some mediation, but nothing has worked. I’ll just wake up a few minutes into the night. Even these sleeping pills I just took have failed me. I should have listen to my wife and just gotten rid of these things.

As I tried to get up my head hits something hard. Why is there a wooden bored lying above me and why am I wearing a suit? A wave of horror washes over me as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I’m not in my bed with my wife. I begin pounding on the wooded door above me, screaming for someone to hear me! I could barely move given with how little space I had, but I banged my fists until they started bleeding. Tears ran down my eyes and I kept screaming in my prison until I lost my voice. I lie awake in the casket, accept my fate and wait for the worms to find me.

God dammit, the sleeping pills worked.  