Shadows...

Her eyes snapped open, and she realized that her fists were clenched, and the bedsheets were sticky with sweat. It had all happened so quickly, the Graduation Party, the Cops coming, The bright lights... Bright lights always made her sick. The rest of her memories were just fuzzy noises and colors, leering faces and blaring voices. She clutched her head and let out a muffled groan. This isn't how it's supposed to be, she thought, and focused on that idea to the exclusion of all else.
...Isn't how it's supposed to be, how it's supposed to be, supposed to be, supposed to be.
She sat up with a jolt, ignoring the throbbing that ensued. The ceiling seemed to ripple like water, and the bookshelves contorted into strange shapes. How is it supposed to be? She knew of nothing else, no other life, no other fears, hopes, dreams, nightmares. As much as she loathed sleep these days, her body needed rest. As if you could call these restful. She shuddered and fell back onto the pillows. Besides, a few more minutes couldn't really matter... and she was out again.