Nightmares

Sweat poured off my body as I tossed and turned uncontrollably in bed. My racing heart straining against my chest, my breaths coming short and fast. All my limbs were tangled in the sheets with no means of escape. I was panicking. Unable to stop myself as images played through my exhausted mind. Within moments I would be awake. Jolted awake by another horrifying nightmare. I'd been to psychiatrists, I'd been to doctors, I'd been prescribed every medication you could think of. But nothing helped. Trust me, I'd tried. 

Sure enough, my eyes flew open and I instantly sat bolt upright in bed, looking over everything to make sure I was alone as I had been when I had fallen asleep. I no longer knew why I even bothered trying to sleep, since every night was riddled with nightmares. Dreams insane enough to make any normal person admit themselves into an insane asylum. Maybe I was insane, but I didn't feel like it was severe enough to put myself through the torture of being in an asylum with no escape. I'd rather try and fight my way through it alone.