In the girls tent they were doing the exact things the boys were. But Joy started a rant about why Catra is her favorite character from She-ra and no matter what anyone says shadow weaver's death was Not a redemption type thing.
Eventually they got out their sleeping bags and layed down. Joys sleeping bag was opened and she layed on top of it with another blanket because she hates being restricted and Nadia did the same. So they connected their sleeping bags so they wouldn't roll off onto the tent floor. They also layered the blankets because it was extra cold that night.
Nadia was able to fall asleep pretty fast because of the sound of the lake water. Joy was on her phone but fell asleep eventually.
2 hours later
Joy started shaking in her sleep. She was trying to move so badly but her body wouldn't let her.
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In her night terror she walked in her bathroom and was putting her hair up in the mirror. As she was doing that her reflection stopped following her. She stopped wondering what's happening.
Her reflection grabbed a knife and started to play around with it. Her reflection stopped and looked at Joy. It was silence. Untill it spoke.
"Look at you. A fucking coward. I don't understand why you're postponing the inevitable. You do the small cuts and then hate going through the hassle of hiding them. But I do give you props by changing the cut location to your legs. Smart, very smart" she said with a smirk.
"Shut up" Joy mumbled "Shut The Fuck Up"
"Aw are you getting mad?" Her reflection laughed then stopped abruptly and slammed her hands on the counter. Joy jumped
"Just fucking do it. Let the fear go. Your parents won't care, neither will family relatives. The group might not even care. They'll cry but move on. You're not un-replaceable. No one is."
Joy was still looking down at the floor with her hands balled up
Her reflection sighed
"Listen. I go through what you go through. Things aren't the same, you know this. I don't want to live on with the pain of what he's done. I hate the dreams, they terrify me. They terrify us. Mom and dad didn't believe us. No one would." Her reflection started to cry. "It doesn't matter how good of a person he is or how great of a father he is."
Her reflection looked at joy
"LOOK AT ME"
Joy looked up at her reflection. She was crying too
"LOOK AT WHAT HE DID TO US. YOU CANT EVEN LOOK AT YOURSELF THE SAME. ALL THOSE TIMES HE CALLED YOU BEATULFUL WAD A PLOY TO GET IN YOUR PANTS."
"i know" Joy responded "i get it okay? i understand"
"THEN WHY WONT YOU DO IT? JUST END OUR PAIN PLEASE" Her reflection picked up the knife and put it to her neck. She said with a quivering voice "just end our pain please"
Her reflection slit her throat. Joy ran up to the mirror and was banging on it as hard as she can. She watched her reflection bleed out and convulse on the bathroom floor. She stepped back. She was shaking. Then a knife appeared in her hand. Her hand started to move on its own. She cried and begged for it to stop. When the knife touched her throat she was awoken by Nadia shaking her.
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"Joy are you okay? Oh my god. You were flailing and screaming. What's happening?"
Joy looked at Nadia and hugged her. Nadia felt Joy's Shaking body. She was shocked, she didn't know what to do.
She tried asking questions but Joy couldn't answer. She couldn't get any words out because she was hyperventilating so badly.
Sorry if anyone feels I went too hard on the night terror. I didn't want to sugarcoat anything when it comes to one of the characters backgrounds. Trauma and mental health shouldn't be censored.
Also I want to bring light to this type of situation. It was based off one night terror I had myself. I wrote it identically down to the T. You'll learn more about the characters personal struggles and issues soon. Most likely Nadia or the twins next. That conversation in the tent wasn't just filler but more like foreshadowing.
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