Adrian

I tried to fall back asleep after going to my room, but my body refused to allow it to happen. I nearly passed out while listening to Graham’s lecture, but I couldn’t pass out when I actually wanted to. My blankets felt less like a warm and delightful hug sheltering me from the cold and more like a stretched-out piece of cloth stuffed with cotton covering my body and trapping its heat in.

My eyes couldn’t stay shut, so staring at the ceiling was the best thing I could do. Though, I wasn’t really staring at the ceiling, more like staring off in the direction of the ceiling. My vision is directed at it, but I’m not… looking at it. A thousand-yard stare, as Percy called it, but the only thing to stare at was three yards above me.

It’s just… there. In front of me. A wall hovering over me for no reason other than making the room boxier. Covered corner to corner by strange-looking bumps, like the whole expanse was a miniature mountain range. Almost like the drywall had liquidized and was dripping onto the ground. And yet… in front of me.

A ceiling, just… sitting in front of me. Holding me inside... just a ceiling.

A… sealing. Sealing? Is that all it is? Is this it? It’s just… it’s just sealing me in. Seiled into this... this fucking… goddamned room. No way out of it… I’m just… sealed into place. Sealed. Ceal… Ceil...ed. Ceil… sel… sael… sealing in, and,

stuck. always stuck in the same bed. same bedsheets. The same… ceiling. The same… stupid fucking ceiling. still sealing me in. still holding me down… holding me back… it just… it just won’t let me go. it wont let me out.

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i cant let go. i cant get out. i cant get away from it. i cant… cant run. cant get away from it. cant get away from… from… you.

hang… on.

Who are you?

…No. This is wrong.

Don’t wait for me. Don’t wait for me.

don’t wait. don't… wait. wait. Wait. Wait. Wait! Shit!

I threw my pistol across the room. The sound of it hitting the wall inside the closet was masked by the fan on the dresser. I was standing next to an empty bed. There was another one on the other side of the room. This had to be Graham and Finn’s room, yet neither of them was here. I burst out of the room, shut the door, and then bolted downstairs and out the back door before collapsing into the grass. My shaking arms were barely enough to hold my body off the ground. It took over five minutes before I calmed down enough to stand up.

Water. I just need water.

I stepped back inside to feel the warm air burn against my face. I washed it off in the sink and chugged a glass of ice water, sat at the table, and turned the lamp on.

Nothing is wrong. Nothing is wrong. I just needed water.

Just water.

It’s nothing.

It’s nothing.

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