the unrelenting constancy , helenn

[brayden cooper lee.]

He stirred.

The unrelenting nightmare that surrounded his mind and kept his eyes shut tight didn’t bother with an apology as the darkness continued to engulf him. There was endless falling and a booming voice from all around; it called out to him as he tossed and turned in his bed, sweat dripping from his brow as he moved onto his back. A slender hand came up and then went crashing down on top of his face with a dull ‘thwack’; he heard the sound reverberating through the dream. Oh, how he wished that he could wake up and that these never-ending nightmares would cease to be the bane of his existence. All it was, was darkness, the falling and the booming voice – then when he woke up; the feeling of being inebriated without having alcohol. It was a strange feeling for sure and the boy often found herself wondering ‘why me?’ and ‘what did I do deserve these nightmares?’ The truth was lost; never going to be found – not even the professionals had been able to give him appropriate answers for his dilemma; they just preferred to give him pills to stop them, not caring that they never worked. To them, he was just another boy with just another problem not worth even going into detail with; a waste of their valuable time with a meaningless problem. They had plenty of other people to deal with that had problems worthy of their time. Nightmares were none of their concern, everyone had them, it was not uncommon/unheard of, and he just had to deal. But surely the nightmares had some sort of meaning, they were consistent. Every single night they occurred, every single freaking night.

Everything went silent.

A sudden drop. A dull ‘thud’; and a small ‘oof’. The boy found himself laying flat on the floor of his bedroom tangled in the covers. The nightmare, finally, had ended and he was awake. Mysterious brown eyes flew open and searched the bedroom, looking wildly to make sure that the nightmare had ended. Once satisfied that it had ended, he picked himself up off of the floor and slowly sat himself back down on the bed. It was a normal occurance for this to happen at some point during the night. Normally it was once a week, but just lately it was beginning to happen every single freaking night and he hated it.

He ran his fingers through his hair and carefully laid back down on the bed. Before he knew what was happening his eyes were closed and he was snoring gently. The darkness was surrounding him again, engulfing him in the unrelenting darkness and the bitter storm of terrifying thoughts that clouded his mind. About another half hour passed before he was awake again; this time he was screaming and crying, flailing around in his tangled covers. Screaming so loud he could wake the rest of the house... but then, that was also a normal occurance, though what was the time? As far as he could tell it was still dark, even with his eyes open. Maybe three in the morning. He continued to scream even as his bedroom door flew open and someone came rushing in to see what was going on.