Chapter 1: Insomniac.
It is 3 in the morning, Yama hastily opened his eyes and sat up from his bed. He saw nothing but tenebrous surroundings engulfing his entire sight. He blinked multiple times, his breath are mere wheezes as cold sweat ran down his forehead. His eyes have sunken in to the extensive degree of dark bags, possibly due to the fact that he hasn't taken his medication in several days or maybe his sheer lack of sleep. He assumes that it was probably a disastrous combination of both.
Yama closes his eyes and begins to steady his breathing, trying to calm himself down. He couldn't sleep peacefully anymore; every night is either filled with nightmares or sleepless. He opens his eyes, blinking away the wetness from his lashes as he finally calmed down.
He turns his head against the darkness, eyes failing to get adjusted to the lack of lighting. As he steps onto the cold floor, his toes curl in reflex and protest. He, despite his fear, trudged his way forward as his arms were spread out to desperately grab onto something, his legs becoming weaker by the second. He knew he was scared of the dark yet he never seem to bother turning the lights on, how odd.
It's unexplainable at what truly lies there but mostly, it's those fearful thoughts of people that somebody or something would grab them, pull them, drag them or anything dreadful, really.
Sometimes, he just thinks that he would die without even trying.
He flinches when he felt something but soon sighed when he realizes that it was a doorknob. He opened the door and stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind him. He continued on walking down the hallway and reached his living room. He could finally see properly from the well-lit room and let out a sigh of relief.
He just stood there though, unsure of what to really do now. He didn't know why he got up from bed in the first place. He drags his feet to the couch where he had left his coat that he wore in the morning and wore it. He then walks into the kitchen to grab a bottle of Yamazaki and fixed his white hair a little before going outside, making sure that he locked the door afterwards.
The tired man stumbled through the streets, not knowing why he's outside now but continued walking. There wasn't really any purpose for him in life yet there he was, looking sleep deprived as ever.
He'd walk into some people along the way but he didn't try to prevent it from happening again. He'd just briefly glanced at them and apologized half-heartedly as he continued on walking to nowhere. He was lost in his thoughts as he walked further from his home.
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