Sequel to Shadows (Read that before this to understand).
"Like a black rose, her darkness was beautifully fatal." ~ E. Corona
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4 years. 4 years a villain. Within those 4 years I lost emotion, I was a killer, and I didn't care. I flipped a switc...
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Chapter 10 - Nightmares
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"I DON'T SLEEP. MY MIND HAS HE SCARY ABILITY OF BEING DARK AND MORE EVIL THAN I WAS."
"What did you do wrong?" Klarion asked, calmly walking to a table full of tools, hand hovering over them until he decided on one.
Staring at the plain ceiling, I swallowed my fear, "I hesitated."
"What did you say?" Klarion placed three horizontal scratches on my wrist.
"I hesitated," I announced, raising my volume.
"What have I said about hesitation?" Klarion poured lemon juice over the scratches. Only, it wasn't lemon juice, it was darkness. I heard the screams of everyone I hurt within that liquid. I knew it was a dream, but I couldn't wake up. Wake up.
"They'll kill you for it."
"A hesitation will kill you before any person. This is what you get for hesitations."
"(Y/n), (Y/n) hey, (Y/n)!"
Flinging up I punched the thing closest to me. I hit solid muscle and got no reaction. Wrenching open my eyes, I sighed in relief upon finding it was only M'gann and Conner. Both of them were in pajamas and standing on either side of my bed.
"What are you doing here?" I rubbed my eyes to chase away the sleep behind them.
"We heard you screaming, and when we came in you were turning every-" M'gann's eyes landed on the wrist rubbing my eyes, gasping, "What is that?"
Upon further inspection, I found I had three horizontal cuts matching those I received in the dream-like memory. They were less clean and less deep. Like nail scratches. Blood dripped down, slowly. Luckily it wasn't deep enough to hit anything important, just draw some blood.
"How did that happen?"
"I just had a nightmare. I must have..." I trailed off, realizing the severity of my memories and traumas.
"(Y/n)," M'gann stood, grabbed my good hand, and pulled me out of bed, "We need to fix that. Then we're talking about all this."
M'gann dragged me from my room to the medbay, leaving Conner behind. We passed through the kitchen and I noticed the time on the oven clock. 2:39 in the morning. Guilt dripped my heart when I realized that I woke the two of them up and continued to keep them awake with my problems.
"This injury is what happened to you in your dream too. You're hurting yourself," M'gann sighed, digging out rubbing alcohol and bandages, "You can't deal with this yourself anymore. You need someone to talk to if you aren't going to talk to us."
