Terra Morris

                                                       ”It was a nightmare, remember that. It was just a nightmare.. You aren’t shot, look.” he said lifting her shirt a bit showing she had no gunshot wounds. He knew that could get him slapped but he wasn’t worried about that right now.

"You are alive, with me, right now." He said offering a kind smile. "I know it feels real but it wasn’t. There is no blood, there is no bullet."

                               Although it wouldn't be usual of Terra to simply accept so much physical contact and kindness coming from someone who she barely shared intimacy, the girl allowed him to maintain her close and pull her to his lap. Quickly drying the tears from her face, she cleared her throat, feeling her voice faulter her.

 He knelt down taking her hands into his 

                                                                     ”Hey! Look at me, ok?”

He put a hand on her chin lifting it up so she was looking him in the eyes.

                     ”You are not dead, you are right here with me right now. If you were dead I couldn’t touch you.” He said in a calm voice a pushed her hair back out of her face. 

                                                         ”Take deep breaths, okay? Just breath, if you don’t calm down you are gonna hurt yourself or make yourself sick. Just breath and think about this moment.” 

He pulled her close again seeing her break down made a wave of feeling surge through his chest, He leaned down kissing her forehead. He didn’t want her to be in pain, he wanted her to be happy like they were on the bench. 

                                 ”You are not a ghost and you are not dead, you are in my room with me. Okay? Keep track with me. We are in my room, together, just staying calm. Look.”

                                Fortunately, it was only Fenix. Supporting her. It was surprising how someone she barely knew could offer her so much help. Recognizing him, she held his hand tight, accepting his embrace once more. It was helpful, but it wasn't healing. He couldn't fill the hole in her chest.

                                                             "He shot me, Fenix... He shot all of us. I thought I survived, but I didn't. And now they're dead and I couldn't stop it. I couldn't stop it." For one from outside, those words didn't make much sense. But in her mind, they did. The shooting. They were dead, all of her friends, and her own friend had killed them. He was going to kill her, but he walked away. Or didn't he? She didn't know what was right or wrong, what happened, what didn't happen.

He was dreaming for once. He was sitting in a field hearing a small girl laughing, when suddenly everything turned dark and water started rising, he felt panic but was suddenly woken up by his phone. He coughed a bit as he looked around and felt sick. 

He ran to his personal bathroom and let his phone ring, he would get to it. He huffed as he rinsed his mouth out with some mouthwash. He was breathing heavily out of his nose as he went to his phone. He didn’t realize how long he was in the bathroom till he heard knocking on his door. He jumped slightly and ran to the bathroom spitting the mouthwash and quickly opened the door.

                               Suddenly, the brunette pulled away, still in despair, restless. "Am I dead? Did - did he kill me? Fenix -" She ceased from speaking, entering his chamber, pacing around nervously. Terra ran a hand through her curly hair, stroking her head. Her eyes were locked on the ground. She seemed extremely lost and confused. "Am I..." At last, she stopped on her track, glancing up at him. The girl was crying again. Her eyes were reddish from the unstoppable, constant crying back in her bedroom, and now she couldn't control the tears again. It hurt so much. "Am I dead?! Tell me I'm not dead... Please..." Her hand automatically reached for her chest, where the bullet would've pierced and blew her from the inside out. It hurt like it was real. There was no wound, but did spirits have injuries?

                                                              "I don't want to be dead!"

                               Terra fell on her knees. Night terrors. Its name explained pretty much the sensation of experiencing one: terrors.

He kept walking and looked at her and walked over to the bench sitting next to her and looked at her he leaned back and tilted his head noticing the black gaze she had. He had his hands in his jacket, he didn’t mind the cold, it felt nice, having grown up near hot swamps of Louisiana where winter didn’t last very long.

"Chett" He corrected her and chuckled "But yea he tells me to do things… He says I should hurt people… He tells me I should die…" He looked down at his feet. "He is the loudest one.. But he isn’t strong enough to get me to do something. Alex will hurt me because he’ll get angry and suddenly take control of my body without taking over my mind…" He explained and sighed slightly knowing it must be hard to understand. "But Alex will act out of anger or getting his feelings hurt."

He chuckled “Yea I didn’t realized what you said till now. I mean I wouldn’t mind.. If you started hitting or kicking.. I would probably just hug you to me.. Try to comfort you, you know?” He smiled watching her “I’ve taken lumps before, I could handle some punching and kicking.”

Furrowing a bit at his next words, Terra immediately glanced at the youthful man sitting beside her. "What do you mean? It's... It's like Alex's sharing your mind with you, but he's the only one in control of your movements? Wow, that's..." The brunette paused a moment. She heard of that mental disorder anymore. So many movies talked about it, so many actors portrayed it, yet nothing was like reality - and reality only made it less simple than novels would tell. She cleared her throat. "Fucked up." She concluded. "Must suck having someone else control you. And on which occasions they come out? I better know, I don't think Alex would like my bluntness."

"It's not that easy to calm down someone from night terrors. It can take hours. It's not contr -" A smile crept the girl's lips and her furrow became lighter, although it was still there, when she stopped talking, realizing what Fenix said. She laughed lightly. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you're flirting with me, Fenix."

Fenix stopped as she did and let out a laugh “Hah! No She.” He paused to catch his breath “She understands what’s going on, she knows that she is apart of my mentality. She doesn’t have me dress up or anything” He chuckled looking at her. “She will comment on stuff a bit girly like, but she says it’s a reflex.” He explained. Then looked down looking down “Yea.. I.. I do it to sleep.. The voices won’t go silent unless I do something about it.. But I haven’t done it in awhile.” He said looking at her “So I’m getting a little better” He paused “Wait did you say pass out next to me? Planning on cuddling me before bed?” He smirked a bit 

Realizing where their little stroll led them to, the brunette stopped in her track. They were at some sort of square just past the corner of their facility. Whilst he spoke, the girl took a seat, her hands still in her pockets, protecting her fingers from the cold of Havenwood. That city was cold and it didn't seem to change one bit with the blossoming of Spring. 

"Hm... Do they tell you to do stuff? Like, that prick of a tenant you have as one of your personalities? What's his name again? Chace? Ch - something like that." Terra wasn't being playful anymore. Her dark orbs were glued to an empty spot before her. She had problems, but if she had half of Fenix's she would've probably gave up her life by now. She wouldn't tell him that, though, he seemed to be nice, and, honestly, she couldn't lose anyone else.

Her eyes glared at him, trying to understand the meaning of what he said - then she recalled she was the one to mention that a while ago. "You just got that? I think I said it, like, ten minutes ago." She chuckled. "That wouldn't be smart, I guess. Unless I'm taking sleeping pills. It's kind of dangerous to sleep with me if I have any night terrors. I can get violent if they are that bad..." She glanced away, reminiscing some of the times she kicked and punched her parents after waking up with that desperate sensation of having your life hanging on a thread. It seemed distant now, all before she agreed to go to Havenwood.

"Oh yea, I was heading out then I met someone interesting." He smiled and followed her. His cheeks flushed at the question "I.." He sighed softly "I went through something really bad when I was young… So that’s what triggered it. So the crazy was pushed onto me." He nodded "My other personalities.." He paused thinking  "There is Alex, he’s just a big kid, playful, caring, a little dumb. He is really strong though. There is.. Chett" He chuckled shaking his head "He’s a dick.. He’ll swear and curse but won’t hurt anyone unless they really make him mad. I’m able to focus his anger onto my body and myself. Then there is Emily, just I guess a female form of me? She’s caring.. Very kind… She makes sure once I’m done hurting myself, or the others hurt me she helps me get patched up." 

"Woa woa - wait" Halting of a sudden, Terra paused for a moment to take in the information. "You got a chick in you?" The girl looked questioningly at him, then continued walking. "How does that even work? Is she aware she's in your body? Like, that she isn't really you? Is there any risk of walking onto you wearing heels and lipstick? 'Cause that would ruin you for me. I like you better like this." The brunette had a playful pitch in her voice, clearly teasing the guy. Now that she realized he was friendly, leisurely she was feeling comfortable around him. Maybe it was the idea of meeting someone more drawn to shit than she was. "So you hurt yourself." She said, finally, as it finally sunk in. Self harming was common, from what she heard, yet it was kind of hard to learn someone you met would cut themselves in order to control emotions.