Sleepless Night - Original Writing - 1441 Words

He/She 7 AM. Another sleepless night to add to the collection. I haven’t had a full night’s sleep in over 3 months. I wonder what it’s like, to be able to get to sleep without your thoughts circling around in your head like a swarm of angry bees. I guess that’s what I deserve for being this way. â€Å"Ellie,† my dad yells from the kitchen downstairs, â€Å"Get down here, breakfast is ready!† I yell back, â€Å"It’s Elijah, dad!† I trudge down the stairs in my pajamas, a band tee and plaid bottoms. As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I hear my mom fumbling with some pots and pans, trying to make some eggs. I can tell it isn’t going as she had hoped. When I enter the kitchen, I walk over to my seat and eat my â€Å"delicious† eggs. After breakfast, I walk†¦show more content†¦When I am done, it is very hard to breathe, which is completely normal for me. At least I have a flat chest. I‘ll put up with anything, my sides bruising or my armpits bleeding, to look as much like a man as possible. I finish getting ready by putting on a grey and black plaid shirt and some baggy jeans, a normal outfit of mine. Now, it’s finally time to go to the bus. I slowly walk through the sparkling snow to get to my bus stop. All I can hear is the wind whistling through the trees and my feet crunching in the snow. When I get to my stop, I can see the bus starting get closer. I pull out a book and get ready for the hour long bus ride. It was a pretty normal day at school, lots of homework and little fun. When I get home, I immediately go back to my room. I get out a notebook and start scribbling down all of my thoughts. I write down everything about how I have felt for what seems like forever. I tear out the sheet, carefully fold it into a small square, and put it into my pocket. I have something very important to do, which I have been worrying about all day. I then go to my closet and get out a very large backpack. In it, I pack three shirts, two pairs of pants, my notebook, and a pen, just in case something goes wrong. I also grab my phone and put it into my pocket next to the piece of paper. As I slowly walk down the stairs, I notice that the house is eerily quiet. Even though I don’t think anybody is around, I walk silently, making