Excerpt: Rx Revenge

It's getting late. My eyelids are heavy, swollen with dreams. Sleep beckons me; calls me to my soft, warm bed and it's comforting smells. Laundry detergent, my boyfriend's shampoo, and familiarity beyond words. The bed has it's share of bad smells, too, though.

Paranoia has it's own scent. Sort of metallic and earthy at the same time. Almost like blood, but more primal if that makes any sort of sense. The stench of it keeps me up most nights, wafting in and out of my nostrils. Tonight, of all the nights in the world, paranoia isn't haunting me with it's vicious odor. If I were to lay my head on my pillow right this instant, I'd be asleep.

But tonight, it cannot be so.