October 3, 2019 by thewashingteenian
By Dahlia, Staff Writer
It’s eleven o’clock and all I hear is the faint voices coming from down the hall and the flipping of pages in a book and the small whimpers coming from someone’s nightmares and it’s only eleven but I’m still awake
It’s twelve o’clock and all I hear is the sobbing coming from my own mouth and the sighs and the shuffling of feet as people move around their room and it’s only midnight but I’m still awake
It’s one o’clock and all I hear is the heavy breathing and the whirring of the fans and the snores from across the hall and creaks as someone moves in their bed and it’s only one but I’m still awake
It’s two o’clock and all I hear is my own tears hitting the pillow and the loud breathing from those asleep and the clacking of paws on the hardwood floor and it’s only two but I’m still awake
It’s three o’clock and I can’t hear anything but the ringing in my ears and the voice in my head telling me I’m not okay and that I’m better off dead and it’s only three and I wish I was asleep but instead I’m crying, I’m not holding back and who even knew being awake for so long would cause this?