Huddling back against her bed, Helena gazed out into her dorm room, eyes darting from place to place like some crazed patient; the skin underneath was bruised and purple, the telltale signs of someone who hasn't slept for days. Can't sleep... can't let these things get to me. Dreams she could only describe as psychotic had haunted her nights for the past week, and in desperation to hold on every ounce of normality she could Helena fought against rest.
Still, it was a battle she was losing, with her head dosing off in a almost rhythmical fashion. "Damnit, no! I. Will. Not. Sleep!" She snapped, rising from her bed and striding towards the window - if she had to pace around to stay awake, then so be it.