Summary Of Eleanor's Sleeping Paralysis: A Fictional Narrative

Shallow Eyes
She recognized everything about the room, even though she was sure she’d never been there before. She knew the paintings on the walls, could name the artists who’d painted them. The only thing that puzzled her was the figure in the corner of the room. She felt like her heart would beat out of her chest in any second. She tried screaming for help but nothing happened. Realization crossed her face;she could no longer move, however her eyes could. She wishes she could say this was her first time experiencing this, but it wasn't. It is called sleeping paralysis; sleeping paralysis is when your mind awakes but your body does not, making your body not able to move.
Count to ten, she told herself. Close your eyes, count to ten, and maybe
Her own hands clawing at her throat begging for air. Her room was shortly filled with gasps in the still night. Her gasps were turned silent as she thought of herself as a fish. When the panic attacks came, she always found it helpful to imagine herself as a fish breathing through water. If a fish could find enough oxygen underwater, so could she.
Eleanor always woke up petrified. Every experience only got worse over time. Then, consequently she would be falling asleep during class. It was hard being insomniatic and having trouble staying asleep as a sixteen year old. Not to mention her mind would often wonder.
She faded back to reality; still sitting up her bed in complete darkness. Eleanor layed back down and closed her eyes to wander into her fantasy world, her eyes snapped open. Eleanor could still see its eyes piercing into her mind, forever reminded. The worst wasn't the sleeping paralysis, but the aftermath. Eleanor scrunched her eyebrows in bewilderment, when hearing her school alarm clock. As she got ready for school, she continually thought of its piercing eyes. Trudging towards her locker, Eleanor began to feel burning eyes gazing at her. She turned around hastily trying to figure out who was watching her. People suddenly became a blur as she focused on what was watching her from afar. A little, what looked like a kid, was smothered in blood from head to toe just gazing at her. Eleanor rubbed her
The thing is nothing could surprise Eleanor anymore, definitely scare her but nothing more. Walking home, Eleanor instantly felt a burning sensation on her wrist, yelping she immediately raised her hand in surprise. There was crimson blood on her wrist. Racing to the washroom, Eleanor washed the blood calmly thinking maybe it was when she came in the house she hurt herself without realizing, but when most of the blood was washed there was a claw like hand imprinted. She stood rigid as shock ran through her. As she processed the hand situation, Eleanor sauntered out of the washroom and prepared her things for school.Exhaustion is all she felt when Eleanor finished all her school work. Then came the most dreaded part of the day, laying in bed to try and go into a deep slumber. As Eleanor hit the bed she soon was overcome with