I woke up this morning in a cold sweat, the nightmares tugging at the back of my mind. It was like we were all involved, or atleast me and Raven. My body was aching, old wounds becoming more noticeable. A stab to the neck, a slice at a shoulderblade, a chunk out of my calf. I don't let her see the scars, but I don't understand why I'm so embarrased of them.
It was war, it was violent. It was constant yelling, and I couldn't find her.
Her.
Don't ask me who she is because I won't tell you.
Don't ask me why, because I won't tell you that, either.
You'll just know her as.. Her.
I woke up, I couldn't see anything. My eyes, they were black to represent the outside of the in. It happens sometimes, when he set off the bomb it shook me the hardest, sending me off my stability.. It's hard getting it back. But then I felt her. Her hands, her body and I guess I realized I never wanted to be without her. What a way to jump the gun, but.. Eh.
Raven found him, and it was so real for her that when we awoke she was crying. Maybe not physically but you know how you cry on the inside? That's how it was, we could all feel it. I wonder if it was really a dream.
I wonder if we were just helping him out.
I wonder if it was just meant for her and I got dragged in on the way.
I wonder.
