#|trigger|kidnapping|

It was rare for her to not constantly have bad nightmares when she slept, which was what made this all seem so strange to her. The idea of actually being able to confess to someone she cared deeply for, someone like them. And for her feelings to be returned. That in itself was a dream she knew wasn’t about to happen. If not for her inability to want to ruin and friendship that exists, then the idea of them being chased after by such cruel people for daring to get close to her. And especially for that precious child. She didn’t want her to suffer anywhere near what she had to go through as a young girl. But this, this was exactly what she had wanted, and desired her entire life. The days of fairy tales her father would tell. That happily ever after that she craved so much in relation to romance and a family. 

Dianne also felt so light, all the worries off her shoulders that tended to feel like it would break her to insanity. As if she wasn’t ill at all. Moving around would feel so casual, like when she was young before things went to complete hell. The simple fact that she felt purer than she had felt most of her life would be something she would expect to never happen, even in a dream. But here she was...

It was af if it was a normal day. A set of events happening. Waking up, making breakfast for those two. The child going to school and her loved one going to work, leaving her alone. Making herself and the pokemon there food for lunch, with a bit of casual research and reading in between. A walk after lunch to help digest the food. Never had she thought she would feel comfortable enough to take a walk without one of her pokemon...

But maybe that was a mistake, after all. Everything suddenly felt heavy again, as she was grabbed from the side, and hit hard enough on the head to be out like a light. The amount of sudden fear and anguish felt unnatural. As if she never experienced any sort of thing to deserve that fear.

And when she woke, she was unable to do much. She couldn’t talk, and she knew she was unable to move. But she could only feel fear, horror, at whom was there with her. Both of them, similar to a situation to herself, and another, one she almost needed a moment to realize who it was.

Her father...

Something that was impossible, as he had died during that cave-in when she was not even old enough to go out on her own. But here she was, and she was trembling at the thought. All three of those she cared about, before her, and she had no idea of their fates. Then another, and a familiar face came into play. Her mother, that horrid beast. 

One by one, she had gone around, going to each one and proceeding to just... Kill them. Each in a different way, but she was far too petrified to even keep track of who got what kind of death. But then it got to her, and her entire body was shaking, tears going down her face as she realized just what kind of fate she was about to go through-

BANG!

She sat up out of bed, feeling her mouth remain open, but she was far too preoccupied to realize that she was screaming. Her eyes open but pinpoints, trying to simply get herself to stop. It had taken Beauti slapping her to snap out of the scream fest, but all she felt she could do was slowly put a hand up to her cheek, shivering heavily. She couldn’t even hear the connection with her Gardevoir. All she could think about was the idea of if they were ok. 

As if a switch flipped, she quickly scrambled over to her nightstand, grabbing her phone. They had to be ok, they had to be, right?! They can’t be gone, they don’t deserve a fate like that!