☮ = waking them up after a nightmare . (traumarot)
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She can’t breathe.
It’s the first thing that registers. The ringing within her ears isn’t an unfamiliar sound, she’s welcomed it many times before that. With the tears come small hiccuping sounds, it takes her a few seconds to realize she’s lying on her back - the overwhelming weight from before is gone.
The weight, the stench, the feel of his rough hands. She gasps, nearly choking on air as her breathing stutters, tears blind her for a few seconds - her eyes burn so fiercely, tears continue to run over her cheeks, off her chin. The feeling inside makes her nails dig into her chest, biting into the thin skin there, creating blood little crescent moons - she can’t breathe, can’t breathe, can’t breathe–
Something touches her. The girl jerks, spotting the dark figure above her. It’s purely instinctual, she sinks her teeth into the hand reaching out towards her, biting down as hard as she can to draw blood. It’s a futile effort, she’s not very strong in the first place, and she twists within the blankets, panicked and sweat-soaked, tangling further and struggling to sit upright.
Before the girl knows it, she’s yanking backwards, scrambling for purchase on the floor below her, slamming into the wall on the opposite side of the room. She’s panting, wide-eyed, her chest continues to fall and rise rapidly.
The figure across the room moves again.
…oh. The man from before.
She blinks, more tears drip off the length of her eyelashes. Now, as her actions come to mind, she remembers biting something - him, probably? Swallowing, the small girl continues to tremble against the wall, watching his shadow closely. She was uncertain how he would react, violently or carefully. Either way, she doubts she will be able to stay here much longer.
Her red eyes dart to the door across the room - just in case.
