Post by newwwwusername on May 22, 2023 7:00:42 GMT
Chronology : Post-canon
Background relationship : Jeff/Star
As time went on, Jeff grew more and more sure that chronic insomnia- Constant awakeness- Was the worst form of torture any human could possibly endure.
Fuck waterboarding. Fuck cutting and burning. You want your victim to really suffer? You want the person you're interrogating to finally crack? Take away their ability to sleep. They're sure to dump all their secrets just to get that sweet peace back.
Jeff wished it were that easy. He wished that he could just tell God or the Devil or whoever the fuck was doing this to him whatever they wanted to hear and that it would let him finally sleep. But, no matter how hard he tried or prayed or pleaded or cried, he remained awake.
Some nights, he was angry at his sister for dying and leaving him like this, a thought which he always chastised himself for because he knew it wasn't her fault and that she surely wouldn't have wanted this for him, but God, did he need someone to blame for his misery. Because, if he didn't have anyone else to blame then that just left him and he really didn't want to deal with that on top of everything else.
Sometimes he would just lie in bed and shut his eyes because they burned from being constantly open. He hardly ever found the energy to leave his room, which he supposed was why all the other kids at the hospital thought of him as the weird shut-in. It's not like he'd ever gone out of his way to befriend any of them or interact- He never had the energy to do that much.
Hell, he only met Star (his girlfriend) because she wanted Courtney to think she was cool and Jeff seemed like an easy guy to lie about being her boyfriend because, well, it's not like he would be out and about to dispute the claim.
Courtney... Another tally, he supposed. Another death to add to the grief that kept his stupid brain awake.
The bags under his eyes grew thicker and thicker and his body grew frailer and paler and thinner and weaker with each passing day. Star constantly checked in with him. The doctors gave him melatonin but, because he wasn't in immediate mortal danger from his condition, they wouldn't give him any hard sedatives to put his brain to rest. And, of course, the melatonin didn't do shit. Go figure.
"God" he said allowed one evening to himself. He wasn't entirely sure if he believed in God because surely, if there was a god, he or she or they wouldn't have fucked him over so hard when he'd never been a particularly bad person. But he hoped God was real. Because maybe then he could worm his way out of this situation. "Please let me sleep. I'm begging you"
And, of course, he was met with the deafening silence that had become his normal.
Background relationship : Jeff/Star
As time went on, Jeff grew more and more sure that chronic insomnia- Constant awakeness- Was the worst form of torture any human could possibly endure.
Fuck waterboarding. Fuck cutting and burning. You want your victim to really suffer? You want the person you're interrogating to finally crack? Take away their ability to sleep. They're sure to dump all their secrets just to get that sweet peace back.
Jeff wished it were that easy. He wished that he could just tell God or the Devil or whoever the fuck was doing this to him whatever they wanted to hear and that it would let him finally sleep. But, no matter how hard he tried or prayed or pleaded or cried, he remained awake.
Some nights, he was angry at his sister for dying and leaving him like this, a thought which he always chastised himself for because he knew it wasn't her fault and that she surely wouldn't have wanted this for him, but God, did he need someone to blame for his misery. Because, if he didn't have anyone else to blame then that just left him and he really didn't want to deal with that on top of everything else.
Sometimes he would just lie in bed and shut his eyes because they burned from being constantly open. He hardly ever found the energy to leave his room, which he supposed was why all the other kids at the hospital thought of him as the weird shut-in. It's not like he'd ever gone out of his way to befriend any of them or interact- He never had the energy to do that much.
Hell, he only met Star (his girlfriend) because she wanted Courtney to think she was cool and Jeff seemed like an easy guy to lie about being her boyfriend because, well, it's not like he would be out and about to dispute the claim.
Courtney... Another tally, he supposed. Another death to add to the grief that kept his stupid brain awake.
The bags under his eyes grew thicker and thicker and his body grew frailer and paler and thinner and weaker with each passing day. Star constantly checked in with him. The doctors gave him melatonin but, because he wasn't in immediate mortal danger from his condition, they wouldn't give him any hard sedatives to put his brain to rest. And, of course, the melatonin didn't do shit. Go figure.
"God" he said allowed one evening to himself. He wasn't entirely sure if he believed in God because surely, if there was a god, he or she or they wouldn't have fucked him over so hard when he'd never been a particularly bad person. But he hoped God was real. Because maybe then he could worm his way out of this situation. "Please let me sleep. I'm begging you"
And, of course, he was met with the deafening silence that had become his normal.