(Please take note that this is a dark fanfic and will include violence, crude language among other things. If this isn't your thing, you know where the back button is)

Running. Running once more. Away. Away from what? Not sure. Aura powerful; dangerous. Must get away. Trees. Branches everywhere. Close by. Must run.

Can't run faster. Body can't handle it. Need to breathe. Still running. Fear runs though the veins like blood.

Thud. On the ground. Tripped over a branch. Can't move. Mind searches. Catching up. Must move. Arms flail uselessly, barely any strength to get up. It approaches, leaps. Screams. Frantic, panicking gasps. Struggling. Fighting back. Useless. Jaws opening and clamps down. Pained screaming, then silence.

Waking up, screaming, Maribel sprang into a sitting position, head throbbing lightly. Tangled in her own sheets. Wide eyed and heavily breathing, she ran her fingers through her hair trying to calm down. Looking around her room, in the darkness she saw an outline of a lamp laying on the floor. The base had cracked from the point of impact, the shade had completely detached and the blub smashed. She was on the floor. She must have knocked the lamp over as she fell. She sighed before shakily getting up. Placing a hand down to steady herself into the shards of glass from the smashed bulb.

"OW, shit!"

To instead used her bed as support with her other hand. Unsteadily stepping one foot in front of the other, she walked to the other side of the room and, using the wall, finding the bathroom to avoid stepping into the shards of glass. Switching on the light, she winced, squinting her eyes, before heading to the sink. Looking into the mirror, she was horrified by what she saw. Apart from the dark circles under her eyes and her pale complexion, there was scratches around her neck, trailing onto her chest and on her arms that were much deeper. Causing thin trails of blood to leak out.

A figure in the mirror suddenly appears from behind Maribel, but that doesn't scare her. Her own reflection changes. Twisted, morphs. Rooted to the spot, Maribel stares. Afraid. Her reflection grins malevolently at her.

"You will never escape."

"NO!"

Crack, smash. Maribel resurfaces to reality. Blinking, she stares at her clenched hand, firmly set against the mirror. Cracks webbing from it. blood seeping out of split knuckles, dripping into the porcelain sink, staining it crimson. Maribel slowly removed her fist from the broken shards of the mirror, causing more to fall and shatter. More blood flows out of her hand quickly. Wincing as her knuckles quickly inflame in pain. Wounds open more, skin tears. Pain flaring to unbearable. She carefully pulls out the shards, wincing. Crimson, blood stained shards are put delicately on top of the shelf above the sink. Turning her hand over, she remembered the glass shards that had embedded into her palm that were littered on the carpet floor. The pain there now a mild irritant. Itchy, but dares not as she once again carefully pulls out the even smaller pieces.

'This has some explaining to do if Renko notices, I hope to god she doesn't. I thought I had this under control.'

Maribel sighed as she reached out and turned on the tap. Biting her lip in pain as she held her hand under the running cold water. Hand clenching. Blood, thin, runs into the sink until the water runs clear. Reaching to the cabinet, Maribel grabs the first aid kit and struggles to take out bandages and cotton. Wrapping her hand with cotton first before bandaging it. Her head that was once a minor irritant, now throbbed greatly. So much, Maribel quickly grabbed it and doubled over. The pain unbearable, silently screaming to not wake others. Pounding, pounding. Vision blurring and mind dizzy. Flailing to grab onto anything to help. Collapsing onto her knees. Then, nothing.

Snapping open her eyes, the pounding headache gone, she was greeted with a ceiling. But not of the bathroom, instead Maribel woke in her main room of her dorm. The last thing she remembers was being in the bathroom.

'How did I get here?'

Turning to shakily stand up, Maribel noticed that the lamp that was knocked onto the floor was sitting back onto the bedside table. The smashed bulb that littered the carpet with shards was tidied up. It must have been at least only half an hour as it was still dark and no one came knocking. She sighed and started heading back to the bathroom. Again noticing that the tap was off ('I remember leaving it on') and the first aid kit back in the cabinet. Rubbing her eyes with her uninjured hand, Maribel grabbed the prescription tablets and swallowing two with a glass of water that appeared on the side. Wincing to the taste of the tablets before drinking the rest of the water and walking back to her bed. Opening the drawer of her bedside cabinet, she took out a small notebook. Flicking it open to a blank page and began writing.

Diary entry 47

Date: 13th November 2028 - 2:30am

It's getting worse. My dreams are getting worse. I'm not sure how long I can take this. It's the same dream over and over again. I don't even know what it means yet I have to endure it almost every single night! But it's not just dreams anymore. I bring back things from them. It was usually titbits like a rock or a leaf. Or ornaments. Not this time. I woke up with inhuman scratches. I know I haven't inflicted them, I'm not prone to injuring myself with my bare hands I know that for sure. This has taken a serious turn and I hope this will subside for now.

My blackouts are becoming more frequent and, more worryingly, violent. They are also becoming longer, I'm afraid of what I'll do during these blackouts. Especially in class. I broke the mirror in the bathroom during one and again finding myself on the floor, realising I had cleaned up the mess I made before collapsing before writing this. Frequent missing chunks of my memory is a concern for me, even more so when I collapse into and out of my blackouts.

Now this wouldn't usually be a concern for me, however, lately I have been turning in my sleep. This could have resulted in the lamp falling. I'm not sure if might be a serious thing or not as this has never happened before.

Now, regarding Renko. I'm not sure if I should tell her everything. By explaining to her might make her more worried for me then she already is. She knows about my blackouts, witnessing one first hand was quite upsetting for her, and my mild fits of violence. But I haven't told her about the nightmare yet. Or the scars I bring to the real world. She understands when I tell her about the fussers, or tears as I like to call them, floating. Although I suspect she thinks I'm just hallucinating. To be honest, I'm not sure. I see them everywhere, cracks like on a broken window. In her view, I wouldn't believe it either.

Maybe I should see my doctor about this.