AN: Just something I thought up while listening to My Chemical Romance's song Sleep.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything but the plot.
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Sleeping was like death for me, but looking back on it maybe I was. I knew I couldn't really die. Any attempts would be washed away like dirt with my healing abilities. Sleep was as close as I was going to get.
When I dreamt in that coffin it was both wonderful and horrific. I would see what monsters I would become, and what the future could have been if Lucrecia had loved me. I would see her dying, and sometimes I would be the one to kill her. The blame and the guilt were too much. It was my personal hell I couldn't wake from.
Waking up after twenty years in that coffin was like being reborn. It was a chance to atone for all the sins I committed. To be rid of all the blame and guilt, so I wouldn't have to go back to that hell. I realize that most of what I'm atoning for I've probably only dreamed up in that coffin, but to me they are real even if only in my dreams.
