Nightmares

Summery: Well here is another view on Rashel this focuses on her childhood and the kind of grief and nightmares she would have gone through. As for the nightmare, it's from personal experience, very scary!

Disclaimer/Dedication: I own nothing and am making no profit from it. Dedicated too Salvatore Shan: Thanks! I'm glad you think so, I hate going OC! Thanks :) Incarnated Soul: Ooh, I sent you a long message, so I won't say much. Thanks for reviewing and you are right, it is her subconscious. Damn, which couple? I honestly don't know, rather write about ones who don't have a Soulmate. They deserve it more, lol. Thanks again :) Christy O'Malley Gracey: Oh yeah? Thanks! Glad you liked it.

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When my mother died I wondered where I could find her again. Iguess everything has to end at one point. Footprints fade, flowers whither and soon enough our innocence comes to a dead end and we learn things we don't want too. One of my foster parents once said that she had become a star in the sky so she could watch over me. After that day I would stare at the skies every night hoping one would twinkle just for me. I couldn't find her.

Nobody could say the right thing after that. What do you say to a little girl who has lost everyone she ever loved? They would try to be sympathetic but not dwell on it too long – After all I was never there problem. I was strange with a vivid imagination. All I ever felt was the cold. Everybody's voices seemed so far away and I could never eat. I always thought I was ill.

Oh sweetie, do you have a temperature? Here, drink a bit of medicine and you'll be right as rain. A hug.

I could never sleep. What five year old would be able too? After seeing what she had been told for so long didn't exist, it was only natural.

Don't worry Kitten, monsters don't exist... Goodnight. A kiss.

The dark looming figure hovered above me. Without a thought I wrestled back only to lose of course. How could a kid beat an adult monster? His sharp fangs pierced my neck, I could feel the hot sticky blood ooze out and my body shook violently. I tried to shout at the top of my lungs but all that came out was soundless air. Just before my eyes opened I saw her face - My mother's – This time staring at me, expressionless and mute. Falling and falling, fading within the darkness.

Wake up! Now!

I had awoke in darkness, burning with cold sweat. I groped my neck and down at my cotton white nightgown. No blood. No holes. Not even a scar on my neck.

Nightmare. I hated nightmares. There was nobody to kiss me and tell me it was just a bad dream that night. I wanted to cry. Nothing came out. Why couldn't I cry? I had seen kids cry just because of skinned knees. My mother had died. I didn't cry. My grandmother was burnt. I didn't cry. I never understood that. Was I too tough or just stubborn?

Don't you know? I was too young to know!

I want my Mommy...

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