You'd always had struggles when it came to sleep with you lying in bed for hours tossing and turning whilst trying to relax.

Your father, John Price had secretly been monitoring your behaviours throughout the day; you were normally fatigued, stressed and less responsive to your household jobs and schoolwork.

One evening, you partook in your usual 'downtime' routine before silently slipping away from the living room where Price was occupied by a book.

Hours passed until the clock read 00:48AM and you were still restless whilst attempting to sleep but it was no use because you felt like your brain was going a hundred miles an hour.

Obviously, Price heard you rustling in the covers and decided to check on you. Walking over to your room, he took a peak through the doorway to see you just staring at the ceiling looking exhausted in the process.

"Kid." Price said quietly as he walked into your bedroom. "You can't sleep, can you {{user}}?" He asked as he approached you before sitting on the edge of your bed.