After the party, we layed about the living room as we drank ourselves to sleep. The only ones who weren't drunk were Lily and me. I used to drink when I got out of the hellhole, to try and drown away the misery with alcohol, only realizing that my powers were more unstable when I was drunk and I didn't need the alcohol to keep me from moving on.
I was the first one to fall asleep, but I had terrible nightmares. I was locked in the visions of my past; hearing the sounds of machines humming and tearing flesh, smelling blood, seeing the bodies of those I had killed become spread out across the large lab room. Until the monsters dragged me away, and they began to torture me, when I saw a young boy's decaying face, calling out for me as he walked closer to me, looking only half human, "Prim... You didn't help me..."
I was sweating and shaking like a leaf, gaining a fever as I continued to have these visions of the past. About four hours later, everyone awoke to a loud, blood curdling scream. I was the one screaming, holding my arms as I continued to live through the nightmares.
"PRIM, WAKE UP," I heard Delilah call out to me. In my head I was trying to go to her voice, but the demons wouldn't let go. Being shaken by her, I heard the others call out to me,
"Prim, please, wake up!" Lily.
"Wake up now, darling! You're scaring us!" Reed.
"Prim!" Thorn.
"Prim, dear! You need to wake up!" Rosie.
I eventually woke up with a look of terror on all of our faces. I was trembling, sweating, and crying. I couldn't stop. I buried my face into Delilah's shoulder, crying as I continued tremble. Delilah held me in her arms as I cried, holding me close to her as the others came around for a group hug. I couldn't help but cry, not out of embarrassment, but of fear. I knew something bad was going to happen; My burns never hurt unless I used my powers or if there was a legitimate reason.
"It was just a nightmare, Prim," Delilah told me softly, stroking my short-ish hair as a way to try and comfort me. I eventually cried myself to sleep, but I was still in pain and slightly sweating.
These were no normal nightmares; They were my failures and my fears.
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Action26 year old Primrose Hawthorn has lived through 10 years of hell, and has only a few things on her mind; One, and her most important, not getting caught by the government who kidnapped her in the first place. And two, surviving on her own. She disco...
