Even though Dean claimed it wasn't on Lia, she felt like it was. She felt like all of this was her fault, and the aftermath that was soon to follow as well. Things were bad enough in the castle but to add this as well? Things were only going to get worse, and she wasn't sure she could handle that. "If you say so. I just... I'm glad you're here," she muttered, smiling softly as he told her that she wasn't stupid. Dean was nice. He was always so nice.
Her head was fuzzy. Everything around her was spinning annoyingly fast and she wanted to close her eyes against it. Stop it all from happening. She wanted to sleep and wake up to find this had all been another nightmare. But she knew this wasn't. She knew that once again, she was a victim, and deep down she hated herself for it, berated herself. Probably not the best reaction, or conducive to anything possible, but she just couldn't help where her mind went.
Though when Dean shook her in the slightest bit, her eyes slowly opened, looking up at him, a flash of betrayal crossing her features. Why wouldn't he let her sleep? This was all so much and she was so tired... But there had to be a reason, right? Dean was a good guy... but fuck, she didn't want to remember and yet there he was, asking her to do it anyway. Lia also knew logically speaking, she needed to remember. But the harder she tried, the more it slipped away from her. Like trying to hold water in her hands.
"I remember... the room.. not cleaned up. Glass and debris from the floor. It was dark.. but there was a crack in the wall and some light... They sort of surprised me. Nice at first... really. Told me to quit smoking ...but when I tired to leave.." she stopped, closing her eyes, a flash of pain crossing her face. "It keeps getting fuzzier the harder I try to remember..." she muttered, but went on anyway, "They pinned me to the wall. Hit me. They were... strong. Tried to get away they tripped me. I fell hard. Glass. Then... on top of me and holding me down.... they were... touching me. everywhere. Places.. I don't remember the words then, only the actions. Knees in my chest.. it hurt. So heavy, hard to breathe... I found glass but they were holding my hands... Spread my legs apart.. I wanted to reach it.. spit again in the eyes.. they punched me really hard in the side of the head. Angry. ...Almost.. unconscious. I stabbed them. My hand... ran away. Then there was you." Her words were mostly a quiet, jumbled mess filled with pauses and gaps, but that was what she remembered. And the closer they got to the infirmary, even those details were somewhat difficult.