by .:Lady Trashbag:. » Thu Mar 30, 2017 10:23 pm
Username ;; .:Lady Trashbag:.
Name ;; Desiderus (Dezi)
Gender ;; Male
Why don't they sleep at night? ;;
It all started when he was a kit.
Dezi never asked for the hand he was dealt, nor did he ever wish it upon anyone else. He would never, could never, for as much as other beat him down, broke him, there was absolutely no way he could hope that anyone would feel what he felt. Nobody deserved it.
Dezi likes to convince himself that he's fighting through it because somebody has to do it, and if he won't, someone else will.
The fear. The horror. The trauma.
Sleep paralysis.
When he was young, he would find himself trapped, in his bed, in the fetal position or even just flat on his back, covered in sweat, unable to scream, hide, or even blink, desperately trying to will away the shadows that crept up to his bed, the horrid, black things that pulled at his legs and tail. And he was helpless the entire time.
He would scream when he finally came out if it. He would scream and scream and scream, and sometimes even cry, and no matter how hard his parents tried to console him, all he could see were the things, on his bed, in his mind, whispering to him. This happened only once before the paralysis became frequent.
Often, neighbors would call his parents asking if he was okay and telling them to shut him up. His parents, however, were as helpless as Dezi himself. It wasn't long before Dezi's parents sent him to therapy.
The therapy helped how Dezi felt outside of the paralysis, but never even scratched the surface of helping cure the entire thing. When therapy didn't help, they sent him to a military school, hoping that it might snap some sense into his mind. It did the opposite. The military school sent him home a terrified, trembling, teary mess. Dezi refused to talk to his parents, and soon, everyone, after he came back. He became a voluntary mute.
Only a week or so after his return, his parents sent him to a mental hospital. He spent his teen years there, and not once did he speak, and not once did the paralysis stop. Not even one time.
Dezi came up with a silent solution: he would never sleep.
Over the years, Dezi had developed somniphobia. And a whopping case, too. Making the decision to not sleep wasn't concerning or difficult at all for Dezi. In fact, he was all in. He would drink all the coffee and energy drinks he could, or induce himself into a deep sleep with medication during the day so he wouldn't wake up, but that was an exceedingly rare case. Consider yourself lucky if you ever catch Dezi asleep, as chances are you never will.
"𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒰𝒩 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒..."
On semi-hiatus