Nightmares
Feb. 19th, 2004 11:49 pmMemories. Images, sensations, old horrors. This time:
The sight of his skin stretching, the looks on their faces. Pain, then. Kicks, punches, the assault coming from all sides at once, impossible to defend against. Blood trickling from his nose and mouth.
Cold metal against the back of his head, his own bandana cutting into his wrists. The feel of the concrete under his knees.
He whimpers aloud in his sleep, then, with the occasional broken word, pleading for his life. However, he doesn't wake yet, and is not yet loud enough in his distress to wake his roommate. The scene in his dream changes.
The car. Flames everywhere, the cloth still binding his wrists. He has no choice, he has to free his hands to get out and only one way presents itself. And then there is pain - pain enough to make him scream...
Back in the dorm, he sits up with a start to see Shinobi gazing over at him in concern - he must have made enough noise to wake the older boy. Attempting a reassuring smile, he turns away quickly, before it can fade, and closes his eyes. Sleep will be slow in returning, tonight.