[ WP ] `` I do n't sleep . '' He/She said .

`` And why is that Mr. Zoe?... Mr. Zoe?'' 
 
 `` Uh oh sorry what were You saying?'' 
 
 `` Try to stay focused Mr. Zoe, Why is it that you do n't sleep?'' 
 
 Jesus christ I could n't even hold my focus. Is My mind really slipping this fast? Its been fucking three years damn it. Three years out of that shit hole and I still cant abandon the thoughts. 
 
 `` I still see their faces.'' I solemnly replied with my head in My hands. 
 
 `` Who's faces?'' My less than enthralled psychiatrist asked. 
 
 `` The one's that saw my face behind the barrel of a gun.'' 
 
 `` I see, well this is perfectly normal. You have to let them go, moving on is your only option now.'' He said quite unenthusiastic while inspecting His finger nails. 
 
 Let them go? Does He even fucking know what I did? Every man I killed, every boy I slaughtered in the name of some stupid fucking country still live with me. 
 
 `` Let me ask you something Dr. Hallaway. Have you ever seen true terror?'' 
 
 He sat up in His brown leather chair for a moment and thought. `` I do believe I have Mr. Zoe.'' 
 I rose and looked deep into his eyes with the face of death. 
 
 `` Have. You. Seen. True. Terror.'' I repeated. Dr. Hallway became visibly uncomfortable and little worried. 
 
 `` No... I mean I do n't know'' He replied with a quivering voice. 
 
 `` Three years, thats One thousand ninety five days Mr. Hallaway. Three fucking years and I remember everything. He had sapphires for eyes, the most deep and pure I have ever seen. They were fierce and full of rage. But locked within them like a stray line in a pattern it protruded above all else, terror. Not fear, that's what I felt, scared for what might happen. He had terror, wild terror because He knew all His worst fears had just taken the reigns of His life. Dilated and fixed on Me, He knew that His life was over. Though this moment lasted mere seconds, it was five lifetimes over that I stared into His eyes. Like I said, He knew that His time on this earth was over but the disturbing thing was that He was n't ready to leave. I could see it, all his dreams, all his plans, all his regrets, all his wants... all of them lost to my pointer finger. I blew a hole so big in that mother fuckers head that you could put a grapefruit through it. As He lied there lifeless and beautiful I could n't help but remember that I did that. I stole His life, i stole his dreams, I stole His love and I alone was his terror Those beautiful blue eyes, those fearful blue eyes... I do n't sleep Doctor, I do n't sleep because He is one of hundreds and each one has a similar story. Each ones last thought was'this is the man who is going to destroy everything'. I do n't sleep Doctor... I do n't sleep.'' 
 

