Misadventures of Rainbow and her friends

Part3-Nightmare

Rainbow's P.O.V.
I can't sleep.
I don't trust people easily, and I've got a feeling that one of us may betray the others at some point in the future. Y'know, just those 'gut feelings' that will come true some time...
Eventually, I fell asleep, not knowing how long I've stayed awake.
*Rainbow's Dream*
I was running.
All I know was that I was running along a corridor with doors that were made of metal, the entire scene void of colours.
I have no idea about why I was running, nor about who -or what- I was running away from.
Eventually I ran into a dead end. H
Watching the shadow looming over me, I panicked.
'GET AWAY FROM ME!'
As the shadows figure drew near, I realized that it wasn't only one person. Three, to be exact.
'No-NO!Please don't hurt m-me...I'll do any-anything you want...Please...'
The figure on the left smirked and came over, lifting up my chin.
'no need to be so scared...y'know, it only hurts a little.'the familiar voice cooed.
'MOERU?!'
'not the Moeru you know anymore~'she replied, flashing a sadistic smile.
'Citrus, help me tie down Experiment#14. Nicole, pass me the syringe.the black one labelled HATE.'
She ordered. I instantly recognised the middle and right figures to be Citrus and Nicole.
'Please...no...'I begged.
Ignoring my protests , they got out the syringe and inserted the needle into my skin, letting the HATE to course through my veins.
'STOP IT!'
*Back to reality, still Rainbow's P.O.V.*
'STOP IT!'
I shot up panting heavily, shaking and crying. I tightly hugged myself, telling myself that everything was fine, even though it wasn't.
It was my PTSD acting up again, dammit.
Just then, I heard faint sounds of knocking on my door.
'Come in. The door isn't locked.'
Nicole and Moeru ran in looking concerned.
'Rainbow, ya okay? i heard you screaming and crying last night so i want to check on ya.'
'...I'm ok. Just a petty nightmare it is.'

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