Creative Writing: The Insane

Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, sensing the minutes tick by for what seemed like the hundredth night in a row; Cassie knew the feeling well. Every few minutes or so her eyes would flick over to the glowing red numbers as they crawled towards the time her alarm would go off, signalling a new day. The demonic red numbers switched to 3:00 am; the time for sleep fell to four hours. Cassie forced an inhale, and then breathed out slowly. It had been hours since she had persuaded herself to lie down in bed, yet her mind was still reeling from the day previous. It wasn’t as if anything spectacular had happened. Those sorts of events seemed to save themselves until Cassie was already at a breaking point. Today had been just another in a series
Since she couldn’t even answer a couple of damn texts, all her relationships would die out. Suddenly she would be alone and probably end up homeless because no one wanted anything to do with her and the doctors had given up and her mother’s pitying stare would pierce her like a thousand knives… One after another they fired at Cassie, each ripping old wounds wide open. Her eyes were stinging as if there was battery acid poured in them yet her eyelids refused to close. Her breathing was no longer controlled and her heartbeat was a thundering racehorse. Cassie’s limbs were shaking uncontrollably while simultaneously she was petrified and unable to move. Cassie could not break free of this sheer hysteria that had her in its poisonous claws.
Half falling out of her bed, Cassie propelled herself to the bathroom landing hard on her knees. She heaved dryly, trying to force the panic out of her body until her heartbeat was manageable and her legs were no longer mimicking that of a baby deer. Leaning her clammy forehead against the cool porcelain, Cassie braced herself for what was about to come after the commotion she had