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She dreams, when she dreams, of fires. And wire fences, brick and metal buildings. She dreams that she's trapped, lost. She can't find her mother, her father, her sister. She can't find John. She can't find herself.
She dreams about mirrors, about stinging needles. Foul tastes in her mouth. Blood. Metal. Licorice. Hate. That she's cold or she's hot. That John is dead. That Sarah's dead. (That dream is a good dream, not that she'd admit it)
When she dreams, when she sleeps her eye twitches. When it's bad, it's bad. When it's really bad, she wakes up screaming.