Wow, yeah, I... Don't know what this is. Sorry I'm not sorry.
Most nights, it was all she could do to manage a few hours of sleep.
She didn't tell anyone, aside from Ms. Morrell, but she was having nightmares - nightmares that felt more real than any she'd ever had. They trapped her, crippled her with fear, made her feel as though her heart was about to burst out of her chest, pulse pounding loud in her ears as terror gripped her tightly, made her immobile.
At first, she'd thought nothing of them - sure, her life had been nothing short of really fucking weird lately, but nightmares she'd had in the past hadn't been for any real reason. It wasn't until she saw the boy with the blue eyes - The boy who hadn't introduced himself, she reminded herself idly - in Finstock's class that she'd even thought anything of it. Those eyes were familiar, even if the boy himself wasn't; she knew the names and faces of everyone in the school (may as well have had a photographic memory, really), just pretended not to because it made the facade of vapid status-climbing whore that much easier to put forth.
Those eyes were the same ones the man in her dreams had. The man who bit her, tore her apart every time she laid down to sleep; the man who tormented her and terrorized her and ruined her life, reduced her to a panicky little girl who doesn't have a damn clue about what's happening to her.
For a while after that, she thinks maybe they're not really the same, because the blue-eyed boy with no name was sweet (if a little creepy) and he certainly didn't come across like he wanted to ruin her life.
Then he gives her a flower. She doesn't think anything is strange about that until the next day, when she's lost it and goes to grab another one off the vine outside. There's nothing there but leaves.
Suddenly, she's walking, walking, leaves crunching underfoot as she heads through trees until she finds a large house. She doesn't know how long she's been walking.
The door opens up no problem when she tries it. The house is empty on the inside, leaves and things like that littering the floor every few feet. Something about this house has drawn her in, but now that she's hear, it's making her uneasy, just enough of an edge that she considers running until little boy blue - as she's taken to calling him in her mind - shows up and gives her an easy smile. She almost feels guilty, telling him that she'd lost the flower - because he was cute and he was sweet and, at this point, she was starting to think that maybe there was something here - but the kiss she receives in lieu of presenting the flower is so worth it.
Until she pulls away.
It takes her a moment to process, but the house is suddenly darker, and there's a wardrobe with a mirror, and when she looks over the boy's shoulder, she sees what she can already feel - the boy isn't there anymore. Instead, it's a man, slightly broader, and charred. Her body refuses to move, because she can't believe what she sees, her mind automatically taking in the image of the man's face and replacing the features with healthy skin. It's the man from her dreams, her attacker.
He's not rough with her, just tells her softly that she's his perfect plan B and a bunch of other stuff that she doesn't really take in because she's sure that she's losing her mind this time. When she shakes herself out of it briefly, she has the flower in hand, and she is alone.
She cries.