Dakota woke in the early hours of the morning, shuffling out of the bedroom for a glass of water. But she stopped short in the short hallway leading from the two bedrooms and bathroom into the open space kitchen/living room. All she could hear was crying, coming from the couch.
Iris.
Dakota moved forward in the dark, finding her best friend sniffling to herself, obviously upset.
"Nightmare, or Blake?" she whispered, sitting down next to her and wrapping an arm around her.
"Both, and other things," she sighed, "I have nightmare about Blake, and nightmares about my parents. And when I wake up I feel like the weight of the world is on my chest. I can't breathe. They...they are gone. My mom and dad are...are..."
She broke into tears again and Dakota hugged her hard, unsure what to say. Andrew had always been better at calming a situation down. But he was in the medical bay, and she had gotten a report back that they wouldn't release him till he spoke, so they knew he had no permanent mental damage. Not that she needed Iris to know that now. It was already stressing Dakota out. Instead she remained mute, just holding and trying to soothe her friend.
Willow woke up in the dead of night with a ear piercing scream. It echoed throughout the apartment as sweat dripped down her face, her blankets thrown off the bed as Willow gasped for air, shaking in her spot. She'd never had a nightmare like that. It was terrifying, monstrous faces chasing her down and chaining her, making her their slave, whipping her when she didn't behave. And when they were done with her they started eating her, making her scream till she woke, the feel of their teeth still on her skin.