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｡･:*:★,｡･:*:･☆LILAC EVANS (tw: talk of drug addiction)
IT WAS COLD, WHEREVER I was. Freezing cold. I slowly opened my eyes, readjusting my vision to the dim room. It was my room—my old one from the house I grew up in.
I shivered, pulling up the covers. The house was always so damn cold for no apparent reason. My sister and I got sick easily because of it, but it seemed like neither of my parents really cared all too much. They had their own problems to deal with.
Like fighting every single night. I sat up at the sound of distant yelling, my feet hitting the dark oak floor as I headed for my door. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to make out what my mom and dad were saying—but I couldn't. So I opened it, creeping downstairs.
It was suddenly quiet. So quiet that I could hear my own breathing and the sound of my feet sticking to the floor. When I realized that wasn't normal, I looked down, staring at the blood beneath my feet. It was warm.
Then I looked back up. And there he was. I felt so much fear that I couldn't move, wanting to run but feeling as if the blood under me was holding me there. He was covered in it. It was splattered all over his face.
"Dad?"
I saw the blood on his hands as they reached for me. And then there I was. Dead, like I should've been all along.
I woke up screaming.
I'd been confused at first—of what exactly I had been afraid of—Spencer had told me many times that you forget 95-99% of your dreams. There was a small beat of tranquility, where I thought I was fine, that I figured I couldn't remember my nightmare. But then it came crashing down and I started screaming again. Like a complete maniac.
"Lilac! Lilac!"
I frantically turned my head to the voice, the fear inside of me morphing the image of Spencer Reid into something much scarier. I gasped and scrambled off of the bed and as far away from him as possible. Spencer's face visibly fell, his hands slowly raising to show that he was harmless. I could see that he was shaking as well. What was I doing?
"Lilac, it's just me. Spencer. You-you had a nightmare, but you're okay." He told me shakily, eyes wide and red with worry. "You're here. It's just me and you in the hotel room." Spencer reassured me.
I immediately nodding, gulping hard. I reached up, rubbing my eyes to somehow regain my normal self back. I didn't want Spencer to think I was insane, but here I was. Literally going insane.
