(If you'd like. Now that I know kinda how the RP is going, I wouldn't mind. I mean, I won't directly say Sixer has a crush, but I might hint towards it. SUSPENSE!)
My nightmare was almost the same. Except, I was in the same camp. In my dream, I woke up on top of the boxcar. The sky was a dark red, but still night. Cal was gone. I stood up and looked around, not finding anyone. I jumped down, and started checking each room or compartment. They were all messed up, like someone was throwing things around. I started to get scared, not wanting to be alone.
"Bulls Eye?" I called out, jumping back as my voice echoed. Something's happened to everyone. I backed myself up against a building, trying not to have a panic attack. "Keep yourself together. No anxiety attacks." I whispered to myself, as I began to shake slightly. A noise startled me, as I looked up, I saw a silhouette of a girl in the very little light there was. "Cal?" I called out, my voice wavering in fear. The girl stepped forwards, and I saw it was actually Bulls Eye. She looked beat up, a bit bloody.
"I HATE YOU!" She screamed suddenly, and I jumped at the sudden noise. The words echoed in my head, over and over.
"Bulls Eye, what's happened to everyone?" I ask, barely able to get the words out, my head drumming.
"YOU KILLED THEM! I HATE YOU, LUCAS!" She screamed again, taking a few steps forward. The words keep echoing in my head. I killed them? Everyone? No. Not possible. I looked up at her, my eyes wide. She was standing a few feet from me now, angry. "YOU KILLED YOUR OWN SISTER. YOU DON'T REMEMBER?" She taunted me, amused at my fear. I felt sick to my stomach, the ground started to move under me. I shook my head no, trying not to loose it.
I closed my eyes, and suddenly I was somewhere else. Uptowner territory, I could tell by the smell of smoke. Bulls Eye pointed to the lifeless girl laying on the ground, then to the others. I rushed forwards, best I could. I looked down at the girl, my own sister, not moving. I couldn't handle it. I began to shout, yelling for all of this to just go away. My hand brushed Cal's hair out of her pale face. I began to cry, my tears falling down my cheeks.
"It's all your fault." I could hear Bulls Eye shout, but it was more of a whisper. My head was filled with my screams, my tears. I couldn't think straight. I buried my face in my hands, as I fell on my back. I felt sharp needles of pain all over my skin, but it wasn't barely enough to notice. How could I have done this?
I woke up with a sudden shout. Cal was staring at me, tears running down her cheeks. Her eyes were wide with fear. I looked around, relieved to see the sky normal, people walking around. I turned back to Cal, my own tears staining my shirt.
"Y-you started screaming-I-I didn't know what to do." She whispered, before I threw my arms around her in a hug. I stared at the ground, trying to tell myself it was just a dream. Just a dream. But it was so real. "It's three in the morning." She whispered in my ear. I couldn't breathe, not very well, but I tried to act casual. I let her go, slowly, and she seemed to calm down. "What was it about this time?" Her voice became a little more steady, but she was still scared. I shook my head violently, not wanting to recall it.
"I-I can't. It's too much." I coughed, my voice rough, probably from yelling like Cal said. I stood up, faltering, but gaining balance with the help from Cal. "I can't loose you, I can't ever loose you like that." I tried to say normally, but it came out like a warning of fear. She stared at me, not saying anything. I jumped, well, slid off the top of the boxcar.
I began to walk, not sure where I was going. I'm not even sure what I was doing, just running on anxiety and adrenaline, I suppose. I came to a door, which I think was Bulls Eye's. I stared at it for a moment, probably like five minutes. I heard footsteps in the house, and started walking away from it. I was heading towards the barrier of our territory, my backpack on from last night. I was scattered, terrified, and relieved at the same time. I heard a shout, my name, but I didn't turn around. Suddenly, I tripped. I landed on the ground on my hands and knees. I didn't try to move, I just stared at the ground, tears suddenly running down my cheeks. Why in the heck am I like this? Why can't I get myself together? This wasn't the first dream to rattle me, but it certainly wasn't the last.
I heard footsteps coming closer, and another pair running in the distance. "Six?" I heard a familiar voice call out, rather quietly.
(Hannah, I think the voice is you. Cal will run up, eventually, next to you. By now it's like three thirty in the morning. Most people are still asleep, other than the guards wandering around camp.)
(Please let this go through mods)