The Pill

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I open my eyes without realizing it. Shapeless faces, figures, and places invade me from the deep insides of my mind, disappearing at the slightest attempt to focus. My memories are a blur, like a fog that dissipates as I try to grasp onto it.

Still laying on my bed, I reach out to grab my phone and look at its screen. It's almost 9 am. That day's conversation comes to mind: Paranoid schizophrenia; not influenced by genetics; discovered by accident when I asked my doctor what to do if my sleep paralysis bothered me even during the daytime. It's time to take the meds.

Sluggishly, I rise, soon realizing my consciousness hasn't fully woken up as fast as my body. This time, a black object sits over my desk. I head over to the bathroom and, inside the mirror cabinet, I find the bottle with my pills.

I open my eyes without realizing it. Welcoming the idea that tomorrow has already come is as sour as any medicine I've taken so far.

On my desk, the black thing already covers my computer's keyboard, making it impossible to work without moving it aside. Out of habit, I move my arm to get my phone. It's already past 9 am.

I'm late.

I stand up, nearly falling to the floor. Opening the door, I hit my foot on its corner but keep running, agonizing in pain for seconds that feel like an eternity. Finally, I collapse as I turn towards the bathroom.

Inside, there's the mirror, the bottle, and the pill. I notice only now that I gasp for air. My heart is pounding. My skin is cold and clammy. I can feel them getting closer, their presence suffocating me. I have to take the pill, I have to calm down. I finally manage to pull myself up, and, as I reach for the bottle, my hand shaking, I see something in the mirror. Something that shouldn't be there.

I open my eyes without realizing it. According to my wall clock, 10 am.

My desk is empty except for my computer. I get up, trying to be careful not to stumble. It's past 9 am and I need to take my pills. I grab my phone and head to the bathroom, but when I turn on the screen, it reads 8 pm.

It strikes me: I never had a wall clock.

This time I open my eyes - no reason to keep them closed anymore. I can feel a weight on my chest as I look around the room. Black masses fill every corner and space, their eyes seeming to follow me. I try to find my phone, but it's nowhere to be seen.

I don't know for how long I've been here.

I don't know what time it is now.

But the silence - this complete silence - hurts more than any noise they could make. I just wish they could finally take it - end it. But they just toy with me.


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