Bug Out

A Story by LP

A WEIRD case of Insomnia

It's been months since I've gotten some well deserved sleep. I've been awake ever since. I'm starting to hear a voice. A person believed to be in the room with me but I don't see them. He calls himself Laerton. He tells me things. Some times he's right, most of the time it's just fabrications, but as time goes on I am starting to believe him more. As I look out my window I am starting to see people standing outside that aren't really there. I'm having trouble trying to figure out what is real and what is not. I sit in this empty room and stare at these blank walls when all of a sudden the room literally starts spinning. I try to close my eyes to get a hold of myself. Am I really awake or is this all just one long dream? Today I saw a lady walk in front of a Mack truck, get up, dust herself off and wave at me. As I walk down the street, the sidewalk bleeds with blood on to the street. This can't be real, just manifestations of my mind. Am I really losing my mind? Laerton tells me I could be. As time goes by I start to accept this as my reality.