At least try to get some sleep.

It takes a great deal of willpower to finally let go of the worst of your fears. Whatever fate is now laid in front of you will surely happen, no matter what. Is it better to just accept it? After a while of reasoning between yourself and the ever more audible voice in your head, you decide to at least give it a go.

As you lay back, burying your head into the comforting surrounds of your white pillow, you attempt to banish the last of the painful thoughts in your mind. Come to think of it, they're a lot mores stubborn than you thought they would be. Almost as if the pain were physical.

The pain is physical. It's moving.

You shake your head back and forth, smothering your face on either side with your increasingly warm pillow. The pain is like none other you have experienced before. Not like a headache... Not even like a sort of migraine. The pain is shifting, sliding, and not subsiding as it washes over your skull like hot acid.

You clutch your burning face. The searing pain ripples through your skin, making it's way down your neck. You can feel your veins opening, your arteries too. Your heart doubles in rate, thumping heavier and heaver in your chest.

Then you feel it. Your face is getting longer. It feels like you're being stretched by some kind of large face-grabbing hand. In reality the inch or two feels like a couple of miles. You suck it up smacking your tender face a little.

Just like that it stops.

Taking a hand to your chest, you feel the pumping and throbbing of your heart. It slows right down, much slower than what it was before this onslaught. You groan, **** on your voice a bit as it cracks. Then the eerie silence of your room swirls, decelerating and spiraling downwards. Soon, you no longer feel the pain in your mind, nor the fabric sticking to your wet skin.

Your eyes close.