She was back in that place. That old estate, that room she was locked in. Blood caked in her hair and over her right ear, her shoulder and leg.
Every horrible thing that was done to her replayed over and over. She could feel everything. Every ounce of physical and emotional pain she endured, she felt it all again.Until she felt nothing.
Nothing but the soft sheets beneath her as she shot up. She’s had the nightmares from time to time since she was brought home and she was able to still put on a normal face. This one was different.
Somehow, this one felt more real than the past few nightmares. As real as it felt once she was in that safe house.
She had to have been thrashing about slightly - her side of the blankets were nearly thrown over Vasden. She had also cried out in both her nightmare and the real world.
Her breath was heavy and quick, glowing green gaze looking around as though trying to recall where she was. Her skin was covered in a sheen of sweat and raven black hair clung to her face.
A heavy sigh escaped her as she realized she was safe.
Hands push the soaked strands off her cheeks before her head is cradled in her grasp.
She didn’t even look to see if she woke the redhead beside her - likely not wanting to face him yet if she had.This nightmare was nothing new to either of them.
It’s merely been months since it felt this real.@vasdensoultreader for mention)