Disclaimer: …. I'm really not in the mood to do it, but fine. I don't own FMA …*heart breaks* ….

That night, I knew Ed needed his space, so I decided to sleep in the kitchen. Ed and Al were too much in shock to notice as I dragged my blanket with my to the kitchen.

The kitchen was very small, with all the cabinets crammed together on the walls just above a small counter. On the far end of the wall, between the end of the counter and the wall, was a small wood stove. Small logs were stacked at its feet, all set for cooking. I decided to sleep next to the stove, curling up against the wall. Frosty was no where to be seen.

I fell asleep while humming a melancholic and nostalgic tune, one that reminded me of home. But, sadly, that was momentary peace, because then I had a nightmare.

~*Nightmare start*~

I was back at the gallows. Clouds darkened the sky, and the wind howled in my ears. No one was to be seen by the gallows, until I looked at the gallows themselves.

I saw the men. They were hanging from the nooses by their necks, dead. I gasped in horror as they started to move, sliding out of the nooses and approaching me.

"Lynette," They drawled with their gravelly voices, "Why did you kill us? Why?"

"NO!" I screamed, "SHUT UP! I DIDN'T KILL YOU! THE MILITARY DID! SHUT UP!" I crouched down, clutching my hands to my ears and trying to ignore their wailing. Tears streamed continuously down my cheeks while all I could hear were their haunting voices, "Why? Why? WHY?!"

Suddenly, everything went pitch black. The voices stopped, so I slowly uncovered my ears That's when I heard a girl's voice say, "What are we going to do today, Daddy?" I froze.

It was Nina's voice.

I could hear Alexander barking in the background, but I heard the next words the clearest I think I've ever heard someone say.

"Stand in the circle. It's a game, I'll teach you how to play." Tucker's voice echoed emptily in my head. That's when I started to hear music. It was small, sad music, like the tinkling of bells. It went, ding, ding, ding. I followed it, and the closer I got, the lighter it was around me, until finally I stepped through a doorway.

That's when I saw Ed. He was shouting, but I couldn't hear him, and he was shouting at Tucker, throwing him into the wall. It was like I was reliving the event, but I wasn't in it. It was as if I were never there. I couldn't hear anything, just that bell, that bell that kept on going. It got louder, louder, louder still, until I was crushing my ears, wanting it to stop.

And when it did, I opened my eyes to realize I wasn't in the room anymore. I was in my bedroom. I got up quickly, and rushed down stairs.

"Mom? Dad? Little bro?" I called loudly. I wandered through the kitchen to find all of my relatives in the living room, sobbing their hearts out.

"What happened?!" I shouted. But no one heard me. They just kept on sobbing and sobbing, all crying out one sentence.

"Lynette, please come back!" Those words echoed in my head as I began to fade. I tried to grab them, but was swiftly pulled away and disappeared.

Then I appeared at my one of my best friends house. I was in their bathroom, beside my best friend, Emma. She held pills in her hand, but looked at them sadly, before attempting to swallow them. I immediately recognized them and slapped her hand away.

"STOP!" I screamed, "I'LL COME BACK! YOU BETTER STILL BE HERE!"

It was then I disappeared again. This time, I was in my room again.

I saw myself curled up on my bed, crying my heart out. I saw blood trickling down my arms, and tears pouring down my face. I looked like I was screaming, but I could only hear my breaths. I remembered this. It was a time when I was still in so much pain. I saw my face, but it was as if I were looking down upon another girl. I could see the pain, the heartbreak, the mental abuse on that girl. I could see she had been keeping it in for a while. She was alone, she had tried to distract herself by digging her nails into her arms, but it was no use. There was too much pain.

The pain that came from being heartbroken and betrayed.

~*Nightmare End*~

I woke up to find myself being shaken by the shoulders.

"Wake up!" I heard a voice say. My eyes were still blurred with tears, to unfocused to recognize the person. I was crying buckets. I tried to calm down, but the tears wouldn't stop.

"I-I….am…sorry…s-so s-sorry-y…." I said through choked sobs. I bit my lip and tried to calm down enough to wipe the tears from my eyes and look up at the person. It was Ed, kneeling by me, still in his pants and tank top, hair messy, eyes worried.

My eyes widened as I pushed myself away from Ed, crawling away until my back hit the wall. I quickly tried to wipe my overflowing tears, trying to wipe off any trace of crying, quieting my sobs down to hiccups.

"Go away," I said in a small voice. "I don't want you to see me like this." Ed's eyes softened, and he approached me carefully, as if trying to advance on an injured dog.

"It brought back bad memories, didn't it?" He said quietly.

"Shut up." I said, covering my ears. "Lalalalala, I can't hear you, lalalalala."

"Are you ok?" He asked.

"LALALALALA!" I shouted louder. I tried to shrink back as Ed came closer.

Yes. I wasn't alright. This brought back all the pain, the pain I had suffered from two years ago. The unbearable pain.

Two years ago. The worst years of my life. I was ten then, dumb and oblivious, in my own little happy world. I even had a crush then, a real strong one. I was happy, cheerful. Average girl.

Until it happened.

One of my friends turned on me, abusing me with her words. But I never faltered, I still smiled. I smiled every day, no matter how painful it was. I got through it, even when I just wanted to cry sometimes. I smiled, and laughed. I seemed fine.

Well, until she took away my crush. I had heard two girls gossiping about new stuff, but I caught my name, so I listened in.

"She always did like him," A girl said. The other nodded.

"Too bad, she was kind of nice. I wonder what it'll be like for her…"

"I know, she really liked," the girl started, but I cut them off.

"What're you talking about?" I asked. The girls looked at me, and I saw them sadden.

"He's dating your friend." They said. My whole world stopped right then.

I confronted my crush about it. He and I were somewhat friends. But all I got in reply was, "You're so stupid. I would never date an ugly girl like you. Besides, she's so much better."

My world, my happy world, was cracked in two. Of course, I still smiled and said, "Of course, I'm sorry." I could fake it. I could make it. I buried myself in my studies, trying to remain oblivious.

But that scar never healed.

~

I had avoided it all this time, but now it was back. I couldn't smile and say, everything was okay, I'm fine. I had been strong for too long, and I had cracked once again. I had suffered from mental abuse, so sometimes it hurt when people called me crazy, but I guess they were right. I was just trying to run away.

"Lynette, It's ok," Ed whispered to me. I bit my lip back on a silent scream, pain all resurfacing.

"I'm fine," I said, "Really." I wiped my tears and kept in my sobs, as I had learned to do over the years. I was alright, I'm fine.

He looked me in the eyes, wrapped his arms around me, and said the words I've always needed to hear.

"I know you're not."

OK MAJOR SADNESS HERE PEOPLE! I can't believe I wrote this…. I mean, come on. I've never written anything this depressing. I guess it was all inspired by the horrid dream I had last night! It wasn't like Lynette's nightmare, but it gave me the idea. And, today, while I was browsing online, I found a small saying, a saying that inspired this. It was, "The people who smile the most, have had the most pain." And, I guess Lynette smiles a lot, so I just had to add this! You have to survive at least one more chapter of depression, then I'll try my hardest to make it funnier. Promise!

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