Insomnia Boy

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
This short story was one I wrote for school. It's about a boy who has suffered the same Insomnia problems I have and how he tries to get through the day after many days of no or little sleep.

Submitted: October 29, 2008

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His mind was not truly awake and his footsteps lost as he moved through Westgate High School halls towards his grade 12 Writer’s Craft course not really feeling the floor beneath his feet. Jordan had not slept in five days and he had to admit he was tired, but as soon as he laid down to sleep his body and mind would not rest no matter how tired he was. Jordan was used to this because for three years he had never had a truly good night sleep (if he slept at all).
He walked through the large windowed door leading inside the classroom and peered at the rows of empty desks. For a moment everything was blurry and unclear, but came to focus when aw Mrs. Nutley step into the room and smile at him. Nobody had come to class at this moment even though the bell had rung. Or had it? Jordan was lost in a sea of exhaustion as he put his bag on the floor by his usual desk and sat down waiting patiently.
This was not the longest he had gone without sleep, but it was torture all the same. He had spoken with doctors and psychologists, but they merely dismissed the problem with a new prescription of pills that stopped working after a couple months.
Finally, classmates (whom he had never talked to) came into the room blurry-faced, but Jordan could tell they had had a good sleep and he hated it. Hated how they took sleep for granted. He store at his beige desk before turning his gaze to the clean black board in front of the class where he sat. Mrs. Nutley was a tall woman who styled her hair in different ways and today her reddish-brown hair was poker straight and fell past her shoulders. She was very good-looking with her chocolate brown eyes and full, smiling lips. He could hear her high-heels behind him clicking on the floor as she made her way to the front of the classroom.
Once the second bell rang she began to scan the classroom and take attendance. Jordan had not been to school very much because of the sleeplessness that plagued him and it made him increasingly depressed. Jordan lived by himself with two cats in an apartment so if he didn’t go to school it was his responsibility, but Jordan usually enjoyed going to school.
“Today we will be doing a story on a childhood memory…” said Mrs. Nutley to the tentative class. As she explained Jordan felt his eyes closing, but when he opened them the room was spinning and the teacher’s voice was completely drowned out into a serious murmur.
He wanted to go home so badly that it drove him wild, but he could not miss anymore school as he may be removed from the very class he was excited for most. Jordan felt sick to his stomach and lowered his head on the desk as his mind was slowly brought into reality. Jordan noticed the teacher had sat down, the students had gone to work and there was a package of papers in front of him. How long had he lost touch with reality?
Jordan rose from his seat and went to Mrs. Nutley and asked if he could be excused to go to the washroom. Once in the washroom Jordan felt a churning sensation in his stomach and barely made it to the bathroom where he vomited directly into the toilet. After wiping his mouth and getting a drink he went to his desk that he thought was empty, but when he got there it was someone else’s desk and his was two rows up. Jordan sighed embarrassedly and went to his original seat in front of the class.
He read over the papers and began to think of bad and happy memories about his childhood and discovered he had more bad memories than good. This made him uncomfortable so he chose a bad and good memory. It was just a memory anyways. Jordan began to write, but all the words coming out did not make sense and many times he had to start over.
His mind whirled and whizzed because he just could not concentrate. He store at his page the entire period blankly, feeling empty and numb. Jordan left the class half-alive and went through the rest of his classes like a zombie.


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