Darkness, complete utter darkness...
Night...
yes it was just night.


Waking in the middle of the night was nothing new to Bri. The nightmares came almost every night now.

They never started as nightmares, but more as dreams of the half forgotten past. Of falling asleep in the arms of someone who loved her. Of feeling whole and wanted.

But then they changed. She was back at Winterhaven Hall. Her childhood home. She was in the room she had spent those years in, packing her things, getting ready to move them to the boarding house. She knew Brian was waiting, expecting her back any day.

And then her father was there. He was furious. He struck her across the cheek with a fist. It hurt, but in the dream it made no sound, there were never any sounds in her nightmares. And then the darkness came.

Darkness, complete and utter darkness.
Not night...
This was cold and damp...

A light.. faint but drawing nearer.
A leering face...
And pain... so much pain...

Darkness, Complete and utter darkness.