[I]The lights were to bright, she could remember thinking that as she and her sister walked through the halls of the orphanage. Their clothes and hair ragged, clearly not well feed, but that wasn't their fault, none of this was. Though they had grown up just outside the Forsaken zone their family did so barely, and once her family left them, their mother didn't want them anymore. So, no, none of this was their fault. Things shifted within the dream, and suddenly they were in a bedroom with a few only kids. This room wasn't protected like the other, the children in here either didn't have the DTR gene, or weren't old enough. Damia being one of the ones they thought didn't have it, she was sixteen now and though she had nightmares, they hadn't came to life, along with her and Rosalina there were about six other children in this room. The bunk beds laid out around the edges of the room. 

The dream shifted again, and in her mind, she knew this was a dream within a dream. She was dressed in a in the pajamas that the workers at the orphanage gave her, yet she was in her old house, and she could hear her sister crying. All of the lights were not and she had to feel along the walls to find her way to her sisters room. Though as she closer she could feel herself step in something warm, wet, and sticky. As she continued and started to get closer to the crying she started founding it harder to walk, until she stopped as a small nine year ago with black hair with her back to her. [color=a0410d]"Rose?"[/color] No response. [color=a0410d]"Rose? Stop crying we can fix it."[/color] She didn't know why she was saying that. Slowly her little sister turned her head as if to look at her, but she  were her eyes should been was scratched out screaming. Damia screamed as the girl ran at her tackling her down into the puddle of blood trying to scratch her eyes out.[/I]

Damia woke with a start, she could still hear the screaming in her ears, her first instinct was to look for her sister. Before the reality not she wasn't going to be there hit her. She was breathing heavily, her long light red hair still in the ponytail that she had put in before going to bed, was much messier now. Her body was covered in a light layer of sweat, and she could still feel herself shaking a little bit, closing her eyes Damia slowly forced her breathing to slow before opening them again. Her dark chocolate eyes glancing at the limp of blanket beside her that was boyfriend, absentmindedly seeing if her movement woke him, happy it hadn't. She hated looking like a scared little child when she had her nightmares, but she hated it even when someone saw her.

With a soft sigh Damia pulled the blanket off of her, getting out of bed and stretching her body. It was so much better sleeping in her own house, especially when he stayed over. After thinking for a moment, she peeked her head under the bed just to make sure. The small machine laying on the ground keeping staying a steady blue colored light, and she smiled standing back up. Not everyone was like these assholes a few blocks over, who had their fancy homes and apartments with rooms that protected them from the boogieman. There were some like her that lived in The Forsaken, where you still struggled to by despite the jobs that you could get living here. After all, not a lot of people wanted to hire someone who could be dead the next morning. Well....not good people anyway. Nine times out of ten this still was the place orphans like Damia ended up anyway.

Shaking her head a little Damia tried to shake her head to get the thought out of her head, this was going to be a good day. The first day back from the little "vacation" she had in the fancy neighborhood while some random person left their house empty. Looking down at the floor she decided to just grab a shirt she stole from Nathaniel and a pair of undies rather than try to figure out which of the clothes thrown excitedly on the floor was hers, and headed to the bathroom. As she glanced into mirror pulled her hair down, before her fingers went down to the rose tattoo on her waist, running them over it. Before glancing away wiping her eyes, the sound of Rosalina's screams filled her ears for only a second, as she turned the shower on.

As she stepped out of shower she dried her hair and getting partly dressed before leaving the bathroom and heading to the kitchen. Putting a pot of coffee on, Damia made herself some breakfast, as a after thought making enough for both of them, her mind wondering off as she ate. The screams outside were what brought her back to reality, not that she was surprised to hear them, it was normal here, but still. Taking her coffee cup in her hand Damia walked over to the window to watch and see who was causing the noise this time. A few houses down there movement and she couldn't help but watch the chaos out her window wondering if and when the sirens would come as she waited for Nathaniel to get his ass up.