I tossed and turned in my sleep as the nightmare grew more and more intense, old memories tearing me apart. Chao was on top of me like always, his cracked yellow nails biting at my face as his knobby knees pinned my shoulders down, they say you cant remember pain but I know that s**t is a lie. I twisted and in my rage forced him on his back as my fist connected with his face each hit turned him into a different victim Chica, Gochi, Fangs, Mutt, and worst of all Sid. Sid looked at me with those wild eyes, the drugs in his system driving insane, I had considered him the only friend in that hell and they turned him into a ******** monster, he didn't stop as I punched him, not even when his skull was nearly caved in, this was the worst part of the nightmare when I have to bite into his neck and rip out my friends throat. They say you can never remember pain, but I can sure as hell remember the taste of blood, and the sound of the air wheezing through his destroyed wind-pipe.

"SIDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I wake up screaming in sweat soaked sheets as I come to grips, figuring out what is real and what is long since past. I touch my face with rough hands and feel the knicks and dents in my skin and the hot tears coming from my eyes "Dammit" padding over to the bathroom in bare feet I turn on the light and splash cold water on my face waking up. <******** why are they happening again" I look at my face, still dark skin and dark eyes, though ive grown up a lot. Ive grown from a damaged girl to a hard woman, or at least that's what the face tells me, the eyes make the face a liar though warm where they should be cold and soft to most where they should be rock hard. "you were over this big girl, you cant be doing this s**t again" I whisper and sigh before getting dressed pulling on a pair of pants and a tank over my underwear.

The sun is rising over the city blinding me as I walk, I had lost track of time walking I suppose I still had plenty of time before work but something was still eating at me. The dreams had been gone for months now, ever since Doc and I had beaten the s**t out of the heavy bags at his gym, I would talk and he would listen, I would break s**t and vent out my frustrations and after that I would clean up with him and I would put whatever money I could scrounge up into fixing or replacing what I threw against a wall. Doc was gone now though, heart attack and me well I thought I was over it, I guess I wasn't.

(Im kind of exploring a character, this can be a one on one or a group though im still learning as a player so you may have to be patient with me)