Another nightmare.

This one, like the others, she had little memory of.

Except the fear.

Oh she remembered the fear.

And if she didn’t, the state of her bed, her racing heart and how bad she was shaking were vivid reminders.

Just like the other nights, she found herself sitting on the floor at the foot of her bed hugging her knees and rocking.

Sleep wasn’t supposed to do this, but something had triggered the nightmares. They were worse than before. And the tricks she had learned weren’t working this time. She had been unable to change the dreamscape, unable to lift whatever darkness was stalking her dreams.

Her emotional state made her crave the numbness she could get from drugs. How easy it would be to find someone to hook her up, give her that sweet release. That sweet numbness that would make coping that much easier.

Shaking her head, no. She would not go back. Never.

Almost instinctively she wanted to call someone. Having the safety and security of strong arms wrapped around her sounded like heaven right now. Knowing peaceful sleep would come, and her fears would be put to rest.

Reaching for her cell, blurry eyes take in the clock.

2:49am.

Well forget that, the phone tossed on the bed. No way she would call him at this hour.

Blankly she stared at the discarded phone, lost in memories before absently looking around once again.

Slowly she made her way to the bath room to run a hot bath, but was stopped by the haunting image looking back at her. Skin deathly pale, eyes sunken in, sapphires dull and lifeless. Closing her eyes, slowly shaking her head, no one could see her like this.

This was unacceptable. This wasn’t perfect. She had to be perfect! Always perfect!

Have to be!

Suddenly, the mirror shattered, shards falling into the sink below, and sinking into the flesh of the Nix’s fist.

Then pain.

Blinking slowly, she looks down, the blood already dripping into an irregular pattern on the white sink. Grabbing a towel, she wraps her hand, letting out a deep breath. Shit.

Her mind already creating the perfect excuse. Just like old times.