Anna smiled softly up at him and sighed, nodding. He was right. She shouldn't be living in the past when she needed to leave it all behind. She kissed him once more, "Yeah. I guess you're right. Leave them be. Keep them dead. Don't let their lives get to me." She nodded in agreement when he told her to go to sleep. She was really tired, after all that driving. Sleeping would by far be the best thing for her right now. She looked around for the remote and picked it up, using it to turn the tv on before laying it next to him on the bed, "There, you're all set for the night Vin. Wake me up if anything happens, okay?" She said and with that, layed down and covered herself up before curling in a ball with her knees to her chest, just as she always did when she slept. 

She didn't fall asleep immediately. It took a while of trying to relax, but finally she managed to drift off, into dreams that she didn't want to have. Dreams of her mother screaming horrid names at her and shoving her into that closet. Dreams of blood. Blood. Blood. And more blood. Blood being poured over she and Vincent. The blood of the victims her powers had taken. In her sleep, Anna began tossing and turning wildly before she shoot up, covering her mouth with her hand to muffles the screams that escaped her and when the screams stopped, she sobbed as she sat there, her breathing uneven and her eyes wide with fear.

She looked up at Vincent in front of her and cried softly, hugging herself to him, "Why do I keep having dreams about it Vincent? Its not fair. I just want to forget. And I can't. It just keeps coming back to haunt me all over again." She slowly wiped her tears from her eyes but right after more tears would just form, "How am I ever going to sleep when those memories just keep coming back?"