This story is a sequel to Sleepless

Nights have gotten worse.

It's been three straight weeks of sleeping pills and antidepressants, neither of which have proven effective at keeping her from crying in her sleep. Every morning sees her waking up with her face and pillow soaked with tears, her eyes bloodshot, and her mental status just a little worse off than the day before.

Putting it mildly, Vinyl is a wreck.

But maybe, with the help of another friend, she might just learn to get past the pain.

Vinyl has had feelings for a friend for a while now, and said feelings have started interfering with her sleep.

When she finally confesses her feelings, will she be able to face whatever the consequences may be – even if her heart must be broken as a result?

Written for a Creative Writing class, so if the pacing's off, that's why. I do not intend to fix or rewrite any part of this, but corrections will still be gladly accepted.