It was a single room. Covered in blood. No, the room wasn't just covered, it was drenched. The red liquid was seeping through the walls as she sat in the middle, knees up to her chest, hands over her ears and eyes shut tight as her father gasped for breath next to her. Her mother was on the other side of her, hand reaching out to grab her. To protect her. "Please. Nepeta. Help…us…" Nepeta curled up into a tighter ball, crying out to the heavens. "Stop! Please! What did I do to deserve this?" She felt her mother grab onto her shirt, getting it more bloody than it already was and causing Nepeta to open her eyes. "Oh God… No. No! Get off of me!" She pushed her mother away, watching the woman's lips curl into a soft smile. Nepeta looked to the other side of her, at the body of her father as he spoke to her. "Darling girl, remember that we'll always love you." She pushed him away, screaming while she did so. "No! Stop! I know you're not real!" Her jaw clenched as she screamed louder, between her teeth. Suddenly, her eyes fluttered open at the sound of her beeping alarm clock. The red head sighed, pressing the snooze button and rolling onto her back, staring up at the empty ceiling. She had that dream every day of her life. Replaying her parents' murder from when she was seven over and over again. The eighteen year old mumbled a few sleepy curses under her breath as her phone meowed, signaling an incoming call. She grabbed the phone, flipping it open and putting it on her ear. "Hello?"
"Hey Nepeta!" It was her friend/roleplaying partner, Terezi. "I have some great news for you!"
"What is it?"
" No way! I'm not telling you now! Come to Fro Yo right. Now!" Nepeta set down the phone after hearing the click of the phone, signaling that her friend had hung up.