Lynn's eyes shot open as the teen gripped her aching chest. Her staggered breaths were shallow, barely even alive at all. That's because she shouldn't be. She looked to the alarm clock next to her.
"It's only 4am." she hoarsely choked before laying back down on her bed. She looked to her right and saw the normal sight of Lucy passed out in the middle of writing.
On any normal day Lynn would've chuckled at the sight, but lately she's been a little... severely depressed.
"It happened again..." she solemnly spoke.
Lynn lifted her right arm to look at her new addition. A third scar, bigger than the ones before it, marked over her vein. It wasn't just there, she had markings all over her body. She could see them. She could even feel the pain of them. Why can't they?
She took a deep breath and sighed.
"No one believes me. No one remembers. They think I'm insane. That I want attention!" She grumbled as her arm gave way to the mattress with a slight bounce. She winced at the thought.
"Mom wants to put me in an asylum. Dad does too..." she remarked tearfully.
"Why don't they believe me?! Why don't they-" she broke down into tears. They flooded down her cheeks and dampened her pillow.
Lynn looked to her right again and saw Lucy grumble something in her sleep. The brunette covered her own mouth with her hand to muffle the sobs.
She hiccuped once or twice before taking another deep breath. She moved her hands away and allowed herself to take in much needed oxygen. Not that it mattered anyway.
"...remember" Lynn finished as tears continued to stain her already disfigured face.
She used her blanket to wipe away her tears as she tried to calm herself even more.
"It couldn't have been just a dream. It felt all too real." She pondered.
Her little brother Lincoln was being attacked by some sort of goons, she remembered, when one pulled a knife.
She had appeared, disguised to protect him, but it soon became to much. In her last moments, she pushed Linc out of the way and told him to run.
Then she felt a pain in her right wrist before she fell to the ground and the world went black.
That all happened. It had to! She remembered every detail! Even the pain and relief of death, only to wind up here. In her bed at 4 in the morning.
"I died. Again. And yet... I'm still here... why?" She questioned everything she'd ever come to known.
She told her friends, and they laughed. She told her parents, and they thought she was crazy. She told her siblings, and they accused her of wanting attention.
Lynn shed one final tear before she shut her eyes and fell asleep once more.