She's tied to a chair, her hands bound so tightly that she's starting to lose feeling in them ( Read more... )

Elizabeth was sitting cross-legged on her bed, staring down at her small blue book.

This dream journal was causing her far too much grief.

Friday night

I'm standing outside the Antarctic research station in the snow. There's snow all around me, and I'm alone.

It's quiet and peaceful for a moment, until ships planes start to crash all around me ( Read more... )

Apparently, she was only allowed to sleep with nightmares ( Read more... )

Elizabeth is muttering in her sleep, obviously distressed.

i ni ce. Ne tε se bamanankan na kosεbε

"Vous ne pouvez pas voir qu'ils meurent? Vous les tuez"Visions of starving children, being worked to death flash before her eyes. Their eyes are empty and lifeless as they look up at her, begging for her to do something. The children have been ( Read more... )