The dreams still haunt her, reoccurring and as ghastly as ever. The memory fresh like morning dew on leaves, every time it gets worse and the scars get deeper. The blocks don't work, the medicine hasn't ever, the only thing that does is the stuff. But she doesn't like that one bit. Everything so far has failed, and she was on the brink of giving up.
She had told them that she won't ever give up, that nothing will stop her in achieving happiness and security, nothing could take away their freedom. That as long as they had each other, giving up wasn't an option. That was a promise she broke. Like all the other promises she has broken. Trust lost and loyalty slaughtered, she can never be the same again.
But there is one promise she has kept. That one promise, that one promise that she has never broken. A promise so strong it would take a person who had nothing left, absolutely nothing, no hope no sanity, love nor hate, just nothing to break. She still had memories, but she must block the past, she still had feelings, but cannot let emotions change her focus, she still has her powers, but she must not break her promise. And breaking it is the only thing that can save her.
With fear and regret shadowing over her, the night won't end until peace comes, but it's never a peaceful night when your past reminds you that it's all your fault.