When she awoke, she was screaming.

Again.

Her dream played in perfect detail through her head, feeling less like a dream and more like a memory.

[color=black]It thinks it can take everything—our friends, our home, our eye—well I took [i]its[/i] eye.[/color]

Thoughts whirled through her head like a blizzard. What did it mean? Took—it took her eye? The Savior. H—[i]her[/i] Savior. [i]Took her eye?[/i] No. That didn't make any sense. It had popped because she looked outside—

...But that made even less sense, didn't it?

[color=black]Doesn’t belong here. Rotten place, full of [i]rotten[/i] people.[/color]

All these thoughts passed through her head in the time it took her eye to fully open. No. Something was wrong. Something was [i]wrong.[/i] This wasn't right. She needed to—needed to—NEEDED TO—

The blizzard turned to flame.

Her hand flew up to her eyepatch, slamming against her face. Then heedless of anything, she bolted from her bed in a blind panic, stumbled, bashed into the wall, wobbled, bolted again and this time made it through the door.

[i]No. No. No. It couldn't be—it couldn't—[/i]

[color=black]—well I took [i]its[/i] eye.[/color]

What did it mean? She'd seen with both eyes yesterday. It still had two, right? [i]Right?[/i] [color=black]It thinks it can take everything—our friends, our home, our eye—[/color]

[Color=black]Turning [i]us[/i] into [i]them.[/i][/color]

It needed both eyes. It NEEDED to still have both eyes.

She skidded on the floor, barely stayed upright, then [i]slammed[/i] through the ajar door to Besca's room and collided with [i]her[/i] wall too, not far from the bed. Pain bloomed in her shoulder where it had made contact, but it paled against the [i]fire[/i] in her head. No. No no no. It HAD to be a lie, it had to IT HAD TO BE [b]IT HAD TO BE—[/b]

[i]"[COLOR=FFE63D]THE EYES![/COLOR]"[/i] She shrieked, pressing the ball of her hand her empty space where her own used to be. [i]Hard.[/i] With her other hand she tore at her right arm, carving shallow scratches there just like she had done in the Savior yesterday. Drops of blood welled up along the torn skin. Her mind was [i]burning.[/i] It needed to still have its eyes. It [i]needed[/i] to. IT NEEDED TO! 

[i]"[COLOR=FFE63D]ITS EYES! TELL ME IT STILL HAS BOTH EYES![/COLOR]"[/i]