When John first jumped over to her, she didn't wake, instead almost fought him thinking it was her father who was attacking her, just like in her nightmare. Sobbing and shaking she couldn't shake herself out of the nightmare until seeing her father's hand come flying toward her made her wake up abruptly, gasping for air and looking at John as she tried to compute she was safe. It took a few seconds until she realised it was John holding her and not a threat, making her bury her head into him and grip his shirt tightly. "I can't break from him John" she sobbed, refusing to let go. She always felt so ridiculous getting like this at her age, but it didn't seem to matter what she tried over the years, her childhood trauma still tormented her.

"why can't I break free of him?" she kept crying, wishing there was just some way to get closure on her past properly. She also hated that someone like John was seeing her so damn vulnerable, as she didn't want him to think any less of her, as well as the fact she just really despised being seen weak.