cant sleep c: must write 8D

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Clock lay there, sprawled about his bed. He legs lay straight, his face buried in his pillow. His arms were drawn up to his face, bent so that his hands hung above his head. He shook miserably, not really crying, his mind was racing. So many thoughts all at once. It wasn't safe for him to leave. He had to skip school that day.

A quiet knock on the door was heard, and Tropa opened it and peeked inside. "Clock? Can I come in?..."

Clock didn't move. He only moved his toe up and down. Tropa took that as a yes and went inside, closing the door behind her. She sat down next to him, rubbing his bare back (he hadn't bothered to change out of his pajamas).

"Poor thing... Are you okay?"

Clock shook his head, never removing it from his pillow. She continued to rub his back, giving him at least a little comfort. He sighed, still shaking, and turned his head to the side to face her.

"Anything bothering you?"

Clock sighed again, "I dunno Tropa... It's... It's all this... Can I be crude for a moment?"

"Sure."

"It's all this split personality shit. I can't stand it anymore... I think it's driving Danielle away..."

"How do you know? I'm sure she doesn't mind you leaving every once in a while. Just makes her happier to see your once you're back, doesn't it?"

Clock shut his eyes, trying to clear his mind, but failing. "I... I don't know what to do... I scared her yesterday... How can I just come to her and say everything will be okay? She won't believe me, I wouldn't believe me. I acted like I should've been in an assylum..."

"Clock..." She was interrupted, he raised his voice.

"Maybe that's what should happen. Maybe I should just be locked up for the rest of my life. Then maybe I wouldn't hurt her... She won't see me like that again..."

"Clock, don't say that. You don't belong in an assylum, you belong here. You're sane for the most part. And yeah, you get the occasional breakdown, but... If Danielle really loves you... She wouldn't care about that..."

Clock blinked sadly, not looking at his foster mother. Or maybe foster sister. "After all those things I said to her... I told her not to be scared... Then I go and... And now I'm the one scaring her! And I told her that I would be there if she ever needed help..."

"Yeah?..."

"Well, what if I'm not there? What if it's Edward, or Owen? What if she needs help and I'm not the one she finds? I just... don't want that to happen..."

Tropa sighed, looking out the window and thinking. It was an absolutely cloudless winter day. One of those days where you didn't want to go outside anyway because it was so cold. She turned a concerned eye to him, "If she needs you, and you aren't there... You can always... At least try to convince whoever's there to back off... You did that once before, right?"

"Yeah..."

"If she really needs you, then you can find the power to come to her. Maybe then you'll know how to get rid of them for good..."

Clock moved his head so that his chin was on the pillow, facing the wall. "... She shouldn't have picked me... She shouldn't be dragged down... by a psycho like me..."

"Hey!" Tropa looked at him, making him turn his dark eyes to her, "You are not a psycho. It doesn't matter what doctors or psychologists say, you are not a psycho. And don't you dare believe you are for even a second! You're a person. And you should be treated as such. Others in your same situation might kill for your position. You found love, you have friends... Really, when you look at things, your disorder is just a little blotch on the paper!"

Clock didn't say anything. He closed his eyes, his tanned back started to shake again. "Sorry... B-but my brain isn't working right today... It can't take that kind of speech today..." He buried his head in his pillow again.

Tropa sighed sadly. She didn't know if this was his unstable trembling or just... regular crying. There was a lot on his mind. The world hadn't been kind to his mind, really. She got up, and walked over to the door.

"Clock..." She said quietly, and he seemed to stop shaking for a moment. "... Get some sleep..."

She walked out, closing the door behind her. The young man on the bed wished he could go see her... But he hadn't slept all night. It was rather tempting.