Nightmares

((Open because I'm bored please rp with me))

Sometimes, she awoke in the night screaming as memories of her father’s death and the events that accompanied it plagued her mind. She’d roll over and press her face into her pillow and curse herself again and again and again for allowing the emotions she had, for years, hidden behind an unfeeling mask to slip out.

Tonight just so happened to be one of those nights, with one exception: she had no interest in hiding her face in a pillow and waiting for the images to fade from her mind’s eye. She instead walked silently across her room and to the door, slowly and carefully opening it so as not to make a sound and awake her roommate, worried that it would invite a round of questioning that she did not want.

On light feet, she slipped out of the room and began to pace the hallway that separated the girls' rooms from the boys', silently begging herself to calm down, breathe, wipe away the tears falling from her eyes.

((Pst still open and i'm still bored))

Frustrated with herself, for allowing herself to cry which she had always believed to be a sign of weakness, she let out a growl almost animalistic in sound, and allowed her balled fist to make contact with the wall.

"Pathetic," she spat, pressing her palms to her eyes as though it would stop the tears from flowing.