3Drabble of an Insomniac On Halloween
The insomniac slouched down further in bed, a cup of hot chocolate in hand, wrapped in terrycloth sheets. She shuddered, sensing her peripheral vision shake as well. The delivery man was supposed to come with her prescription to help her sleep. In her state, they wouldn't give her a month's, or even a week's worth of meds. It was too risky. She could OD, they said. The room spun. She raised the mug to her mouth, shaking so hard the most of the liquid spilled out and burned her lap. The stinging heat became a searing pain, and she dropped the mug. Her leg bounced up and down until it was sore. She held it down with both arms. Rubbing her temples, she allowed her head to drop onto the pillow. Maybe if she just closed her eyes…
Her eyes opened to the doorbell ringing. Groggily, she glanced at the clock. 9 o' clock. Who would be ringing at this time? No one came to see her. All relations had broken contact a long time ago. It was her medicine, she decided. The man was coming to deliver her daily dose. Grasping her robe tighter, she descended down the stairs.
"Trick or treat!" A short warlock shouted loudly. A small witch stood next to him, and some vampires flanked their side. The warlock had a few teeth missing. It grinned.
She backed away slowly. Monsters? This was not happening. She knew she was sick, but not this sick. The witch leaned forward, looking into her house. "I said trick or treat!"
She shivered. The door was letting in a draft. Was she schizophrenic now? The doctor said… The doctor… She pulled at the edges of her brain, trying to remember what her new diagnosis was. Her teeth wouldn't stop chattering. She closed her eyes tight, rubbed at the bridge of her nose, counted to 10 slowly, and opened her eyes again.
Still there. They were still there. Except now they were staring intently at her. She shifted her eyes down.
"I want it! I want it NOW!" A vampire was screeching.
The fridge. The nurses had taped her medical stuff on the fridge, when they came to suicide-proof the house. She found herself uttering a quick apology, hearing her voice tell them she'll be right back.
Her legs moved automatically, and she stumbled into the kitchen, stubby nails scrabbling at the wall for support. She yanked the regal- looking hospital sheets off their hook, scattered them madly, and frantically glanced at page after page, her knees giving way. She felt cold, hard, tile on the exposed skin of her leg.
Completely forgetting what she was in the kitchen for, she tripped back outside, seeing dots of red and yellow float across her vision. She held on to the doorknob of the open door for support. "W-w-w-what do-o-o you want-nt?" She croaked huskily.
Some of the vampires drew closer. One was dangerously close to her leg. Oh my God, what if it bit her? Then the warlock would… She gulped air, straining to stop her head from spinning. Monsters. On her doorstep. Where was her meds? She needed her meds. A chill ran down her spine. The wind breezed her dank, bedridden hair into her face. She was choked with a musky smell.
"C'mon lady, hurry up. We don't have all day."
For what? What did they want? Her soul? No. No way.
Horrified, she slammed the door in their faces.
A/N: Happy Halloween! (It seems most of my short stories are about the mentally ill). It'd be nice to get some feedback, even just a thumbs up.