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Post by quin on Nov 8, 2007 15:05:13 GMT -5
Quin was curled in a twiching ball on the couch, her eyes screwed tight shut, her breathing ragged, unsteady. On occasions, she opened her mouth as if she were screaming silently. These dreams have been plauging her ever sense she had met Kerridon in the library. They were mostly the same, and she woke up shivering, clammy, and wide-eyed.
She was in a kneeling position, frozen from the neck down. Someone was standing over her, but she couldn't see who it was. Everything was so blurry, she couldn't even tell where she was. Pain erupted from every nerve, and bad memories forced themselves into sight. She could see gashes appear, then they vanished. It was so blurry, she couldn't even tell it was her own arm.
She couldn't remember any of these dreams when she was awake, only had a nagging feeling that something was wrong. She couldn't trace it, not the voice, not the pain, Kerridon's memory charm had been strong, it would take more then a scared martin and a few nightmares to remember that torture.
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