Re: Derek/John
Derek snorted. "No, that part is pretty normal. It's not the first time I'm back there. It's always there, always that room, always her. I'm usually much better at snapping out of it, but the music...." He ran his fingers through his hairs. "There's always been something, John. The missiles, the death and starvation, Kyle's disappearance, Jesse stopping me from killing myself, that room. The settings changed with time, but-" He shrugged. "Flashbacks are pretty normal."
He frowned. "What do you mean? What I saw?" It didn't make much of a difference since what he'd seen and what had happened were so tied together. "I was in that room again, the music kept playing, the light was blinding me, and then she was-" He shook his head. "It doesn't matter. It's over, it was over long ago. Thing is, I got away. I should have known then that it wasn't real, but I ran and then I was... I think at was at the house. Do you know she used to dance at the house?" He wasn't sure why he hadn't snapped then. Probably because he was too keyed up, on alert, because she was really there. "But this time, she wasn't dancing, she was playing, and I saw an opportunity and aimed for her head, and then it's all blank."