Who: Rose Weasley What: Nightmares When: A day or two after the rescue Where: Her room, her apartment Rating: Hints of Violence, at least in her mind Status: Complete unless someone she knows wants to join.
There was no hero complex when it came to her. She had no desire to be in more pain longer than she had to. So when she had heard something about instant healing she'd given the best 'go for it' she could. She had no desire to heal the slow normal way. If there was something that was as good as magic, she was going for it. She didn't need an scars all over her, thanks. The healing had worked instantly, but that hadn't stopped her from passing out from completely exhaustion and an emotional overload right after she knew someone had come for her.
She didn't know how longer she'd slept for. She was dreamless for a while. Her mind had shut down and she had been out cold, she probably hadn't even moved. It was almost like a potion for dreamless sleep. At some point though, her sleep state had lightened, and Rose began to dream.
It was hardly noticeable at first. Just a twitch in her expression. But soon she broke out into a cold sweat, and she began to toss in her sleep, violently enough to pull her sheets off her bed, causing herself to become twisted in them.
In her dream, or nightmare, her sheets were demons. She was back on the table. Someone finding her had all been a dream. The healing had been a dream. Just a dream. Her skin was a mess of open wounds and dried blood. It didn't matter how she held herself, it didn't matter, she was sliced up all over. How often he came around, she wasn't sure. Sometimes Alastair was there, sometimes he wasn't. He had to be running out of 'canvas' room though, which made her wonder how much longer he could keep this up.
Maybe he'd just kill her. At this point, she'd welcome death. In her dream, she was half unconscious, until she felt the pressure on her legs. Someone holding her down again, just in case she had the energy to magically break her bonds again. Though she hadn't had the energy to do that since the first time he'd cut her open.
Then she saw his face. She tired to shrink away, to move, but she couldn't. She was trapped. Her breathing increased, pulse quickened. Her eyes went wide when she saw the knife again. He began to lower it to her skin. He didn't even need to touch her to terrify her anymore.
Rose screamed. She was woken from the nightmare by the sound of her own screaming. She shot up in her bed into a sitting position, the screaming dying from her lips when she realized she wasn't actually being tortured. Not anymore. Looking around, it took her a moment to realize where she was. Kicking off the blankets that were wrapped around her legs, she brought her legs up to her chest, still breathing heavily.
When the shock of the dream wore off, she brought her hand to her her hair, hiding her face into her knees. How long had she been in there? She wasn't even sure she completely remembered everything they had done to her. She didn't want to remember.
When the Adrenalin faded, and all that she was left with was her own thoughts, she leaned back against her pillows, still curled up, and cried.