[ WP ] You lose the ability to sleep , but do n't die from it .

Theres some nights where I do n't do anything at all. I stare the at the wall, counting down each hour. The rays of light peaking through the hole in my wall as the sun rises. It's an emptiness like no other. The hallucinations started happening around the fourth day. At first they were just dark shadows lurking in my peripherals. They grew more vivid by the day. There were times where I could stare them down, look them in their faces. They were an obsidian black, completely standing out in any place I was. But only I saw them. They towered above everyone, at least eight feet. They were made of some kind of mist, no facial features just a mouth that hung agape always. They would make these gasping sounds, like they were struggling to breath or say something. But the other ones always seemed to know what they were saying. 
 
 Sometimes they get too close to me. Swirling around me, whispering in my ears. That's when I lose my cool, people stare at me like Im crazy, I am. The permanent black bags under my eyes make me look like I get sucker punched daily. But theres times when I let them talk to me. They tell me to do things, bad things. To hurt people, to hurt the kids who are mean to me. Sometimes I think about what they say. Maybe people will treat me better. I have so much time now, I come up with a lot of plans. The kids at school will never know what hit em. Sure everyone will assume it was me. Crazy kids goes postal in high-school, kills hundreds. The media will love it. And when they ask me why I did it. I'll tell them the shadow people have spoke to me. They speak to everyone, just no one else listens, except me.
