She had slept with her hair back for most of her life, nights like this made her glad for the morbid habit (she'd never say it but secretly she hoped he lengths of blond silk would strangle her in her sleep). She leaned over the edge of the bed, retching, the splattering sound told her the nightmare had been a bad one. She didn't need to remember, she didn't' want to remember. Shakily Artemis forced her body up using her forearms, coughing as she tried to stabilize herself on arms like noodles. The gasping dragging breaths she took burned her throat.
"Fuck" Artemis sighed. There went sleeping for the night, again. What night was this? She didn't remember. With wobbly legs she made her way to her bathroom to brush the vomit flavor from her teeth. On her way she pressed the silver button that flooded her room, washing away the remnants of her nightmare (How fucked up does that make us that something like that is in our rooms, all our rooms. Something to make the visions of violence vanish in the rooms of children). She brushed furiously, gagging and coughing as she tried to scour her throat, by the time she was done her room smelled like lemon and hospitals instead of fear and omit. There was no getting back to sleep now, she didn't want to return to nightmares.
Quietly Artemis made her way to the hall of memories, to curl silently in a corner. Eyes half glazed she waited for dawn to come, not that she could tell. She knew dawn because Robin would start sobbing and she would rouse herself from her half-sleep and sooth him. She really needed someone to remind her why she did this (no sleep, no peace, the only thing she had to put against the demons were the bodies she'd brought home to their families, her favorites were the bodies she didn't need to bury).