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She is trapped in her own twisted reality, a dream she cannot awake from. An angel listens and drifts towards her.
After the whole Everafter war, Sabrina started getting nightmares. And it's not only of the war, but they're also of things she forced herself to forget. The terrible things. The scary things. The house wakes up to her screams at midnight almost every night. But they stop, quickly, just one scream. And silence. They start again, but no one's really coherent because everyone was gasping awake in the dead of the night. Except maybe Daphne. But Sabrina's go on. Long after the other's relax, stop dreaming about the war, she wakes them up with a scream. They rush in, frightful, panicked. But she huddles up, scared. Of them. She doesn't see Daphne, she sees Bella, smug and smirking as she taunted her. She doesn't see worried Granny, she sees a scary one, a possessed one. She doesn't see Henry, she sees Mirror. She doesn't see Red, she sees the old psycho Red used to be. She didn't see a normal, albeit confused, Uncle Jake, she sees him crackling with blue electricity, powerful. Terrifying. She doesn't see them for who they are, the ones that care for her. She sees monsters of her past, cruel foster "parents" (if you could really call them that), she sees enemies. But she is unarmed and scared. So she runs. She runs and runs and runs, out the door, into the forest. Then she curls up and cries because of everything hurtshurtshurts. She screams, loud and painful, raw and frightened. She wants it all to end. The trees close in on her, stretching and morphing into the scary ones, the people who did the things she would not speak of, could not speak of. She can't scream, she can't cry. Her limbs are stiff. She curls up tighter, wanting everything to goawayjustletmedie. Everything stops. Then, warmth. She breathes in and smells dirt and pine needles, a comforting scent. A familiar scent. He lifts them up into the air, pink wings flapping. She breathes easy. He says nothing, but he knows. He knows of her pain. Of her fears. And he understands. When she looks at him she sees him, not an illusion, the small bit of reality in this terrible dream.
In the dead of the night, the angel lifts her up and gently pieces her back together.