Dear Marcus

I watched stories from the outside..never knowing I could have a story of my own.. never knowing I could be the story.. the story that would set the world ablaze with imagination.

Madness they said it was, madness!

And you see, they weren't wrong because when you peer into the depths of things so contrary to the world you live in, you're gonna come off a little crazy, a little, insane.

Despite this being my story, I am not the greatest character or even a useful one.

I am only the eyes that watch the madness unfold into waves of life altering events, waves that throw what is real and what is not off balance into a great disharmony.

It only seems right that we become acquainted early into this before the heroes of this story capture your heart. Okay, 'heroes' may be a bit of a stretch since most of them are villainous in more ways than one.

I, on the other hand, am quite like you, quite normal, uneventful.

It is only that I happened to encounter a very strange individual, very different, that my life took quite the turn towards intriguing.

He claimed to be a wanderer from many moons away, now, I don't know about any of that but I do know that he is the one responsible for what the world has become today, for my absence, for the rift in the sky and for God knows what else.

I began writing this as soon as I knew he was headed there but it seems circumstances will hardly allow me to continue.

I am as you are, of the same progenitor to whom you owe your name. Trust no one, Marcus.

"Marcus, Marcus, MARCUS!!!! Sleeping in my class won't push this term's finals any further so get your head out of the clouds!"

My name is Marcus Athanasios and the biggest highlight of my life is my insomnia.

Honestly, it's really hard to get through school when you sleep through half your classes and I'm kind of surprised I'm still pushing through. Yay me right.

I don't know why I can't sleep at night, the doctors don't, the shamans don't and even the weird psychic lady that everybody says is genuine for some reason doesn't.

So I basically only get some sleep when I'm taking classes and funny enough, it isn't necessarily the sleep deprivation that bothers me, it's the dreams.

The dreams are sometimes so painfully vivid that I lash out, you know, in weird crazy person ways.

Now because of my condition it's really hard to make friends, friends that stick at least since you can't really hang out with a guy always trying to take a nap.

So, I'm usually by myself whether in the day or in the night. My parents reached a point where they thought they'd failed me and just kept their distance like.. that would actually help.

So to cope, I got into writing and for the most part I could slightly escape the loneliness every cold night in the warmth of my characters, in the warmth of other worlds and other me's doing better off than I was but hey I guess, everybody does that, right? I don't know, maybe.

But you know, lately, I've had this recurring dream where I was drowning, everything drowning, everyone drowning and it was all my fault. The worst part is waking up everytime trying to catch my breath while the whole class just laughs at me, calling me names. Ha ha ha. At this rate, I just might kill them, I just might kill them all. Except Barry, he ..he's nice.

Oh yeah, I forgot, the doctors did know one thing, if the insomnia went on this way then I may very well become a bit psychotic, a bit unhinged.