07-15-2014, 07:22 AM
Dean woke up in the middle of the night. Again. For the like eleventy seventh time that night alone. Why was sleep so impossible for him now? He sat up, lost in thought, He was afraid. Afraid of what was happening, and of being a victim. It was didficult, lying about something to everyone he himself knew nothing about. He picked up the medicine on the nightstand and sipped again, little more so than last time. "I'm sure tomorrow will be better." He told himself before getting back in bed.