Author: feral-kuga (previously Risika Kiisu Seto)
Title: Nightmares of Memories
Word count: 277
Rating: T
Warnings: depression, suicidal thoughts, nightmares, minor language
Yes, I'm alive. I haven't had any ideas for Feral Trauma. So I apologize to everyone waiting for the next chapter. (I've spent all of my time on Tumblr. Kuga's really grown as a character, but most of you haven't seen it since it's been in role play threads)
Just a really short one-shot/drabble thing I wrote. Kuga has been doing well, has a job and a love interest. But her time in the labs has left her plagued with nightmares. She rarely has a night where she isn't woken up from the memories of what happened. This is immediately after one such nightmare.
Kuga shot up in her bed, gasping for air. Her night clothes were soaked with sweat, tears ran down her cheeks, her throat was sore from screaming, and her fear-scent overpowered her nose. Her breath was panicky and her senses were on high alert.
She trembled, eyes darting around the room as she struggled to pull her mind out of the nightmare's claws. They were coming for her… She knew it. They had found her and were going to take her back, chain her up, lock her in a cage…
The feline tried to take a few calming breaths, to help her focus. It almost worked. Then a jingling from nearby threw her off, sending her back into the panic. She scrambled off the bed and cowered in the corner of the room, whimpering softly. Her golden eyes were wide with fear.
The white-coats. It had to be them. Their keys. Their keys had jingled like that…
A silvery-grey tabby jumped off the bed, his belled collar jingling.
She hated it. She hated that she let them have such a hold on her. She hated that she couldn't get a decent night's rest because of these nightmares. She hated being so… so weak.
Kuga curled into a ball, making herself smaller. Silently, she cried into her knees, arms wrapped around her legs.
Why'd she have to have a fucking healing factor? Why'd she have to be the one to be tested on? Why couldn't the white-coats just have found something to kill her, instead of torturing her? Why… Why couldn't she just die? Death… seemed so much more bearable than the living hell she was trapped in.
Thank you for reading. Sorry for the feels, and how short it is. I'd really appreciate if you guys could review, since I haven't written anything this long in a while.