Adam has a condition.

He can't sleep without the lights on, the radio tuned in between two stations playing nothing but static. No amount of sleeping pills help, not when one gets immune to it.

He doesn't like sunlight, doesn't like the moonlight either yet he can't seem to find anything grey in between both. Don't think Adam hasn't heard of the term insomnia or he's refusing help.

He tried.

He really did but yet it didn't seem to help. Deep down inside, he knew he had to fight it one day. Fight this cause that cost him more than just forty winks.

Little did he know, the simple truth is closer than where he had to look. Given his current state, Adam has no choice but to often travel long bus rides with a little touch of morbid imaginaries and sorrow to pass around twice. Not that he particularly enjoyed those rides but when one can't get to sleep at night , there isn't much to be done either.

And once in a while , Adam will fall asleep on it.
Once a while.

Those were the times he wished he hadn't, no matter how lack of sleep he's getting. All those hallucinations he gets while falling asleep were horrendous. The sight of that pitch black darkness surrounding him, the whole miasma threatening to empower him. And the most horrifying sight was the sound of the it clicking 'thump, thump'. Ranting like some kind of old chant or evil curse to convert him over.

Over to the dark side.

It always scare the living hell out of him; every single time.

These days, those thoughts were so overwhelming; he wished he could just jump off the bus. Jump off like humpy dumpy on the great wall, and all the King's horse and all the great man couldn't put humpy Adamy back again. It's almost impossible to resist, Adam almost thought he was losing it. Yet deep in his mind , somewhere; he knew that the only remedy was to face the enemy face to face. Like a real man. Just like those medieval times. Till his last breath.

His spirits are willing; the soul strong like a brick yet the body is in denial. Weak, tired and refused to suit up for battle. Adam dragged this on day by day, pushing the limits of what one's mind can take. He was not sick, he knew what has to be done but he just can't conjure enough courage for it.

However , tonight my friend; is a special night for Adam.

For he has finally sum up enough strength and courage to face his fear. Feeling like a new and reborn man , he marched his way to the underground. Talking caution of his every step as he venture further and further into uncharted waters. In his mind, the Lord's prayer kept going, he knew that he will search the valley of death until there's nobody left. That's right, until the silence is the only noise he will hear. He took note of the surrounding well , just in case he's need to route. Every single step he took seems heavier; harder and deafening. He must not give up now. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath in before the face the final judgment was necessary. You know what they say about taking one last breath of what that matters the most to you before you put an end to it. To Adam, this might jolly well be his one last breath.

So he took a moment to enjoy it, 'cause the air six feet below will never taste like this again.

Looking below his feet, Adam saw his greatest fear. He closed his eyes immediately, the sound of it churning out the evil chant was for real. The fast shifting steps collapsing and reforming simultaneously could be heard even when he wasn't looking. 'Shooo... shooo... shooo..' The evil being calling out to somebody. Everything happening in such a pace Adam could not fathom. Don't look back , a voice inside him call out. This is the day. He whispered a prayer under his breath and took his first step on the subway's escalator.



Note: Did anybody miss me ?