[i]Look at what you did to me. 

Look. 

Iris couldn’t help but look at the mangled body of her father, standing over it as she trembled. Blood poured from gunshot wounds forming a puddle at her feet and it felt like she could feel it. That she herself was standing in his blood. A stifled sob left her lips as she tried to look away from her father’s corpse as his booming words could be heard. 

This is your fault. I am dead because of you. 

[color=f49ac2]“No… N-No that’s not true at all.”[/color] Shaking her head as she took a step back turning on her heel to run away from the scene, but instead she bumped into her father causing her to scream at the sight. Regis was stood there whilst his dead body was still on the floor behind her, the floor now covered in his blood. Pale skinned, full of bullet holes but he was standing looking down at Iris with a crazed look in his eye a wicked grin across his face. 

“Did you see it? My body, I’m dead all because you decided to betray the rebellion. Betray your own flesh and blood. All for what? A brief moment of happiness.” The voice was cold, booming out in her nightmare as it echoed. Repeating words of it’s your fault through whispers. 

[color=f49ac2]“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.”[/color] 

“Sorry doesn’t bring me back. What would your mother think of you? You’re a disgrace to her memory and now to mine. What is worth it?”

[color=f49ac2]“W-What… of course… I… you can’t kill him. It achieves us nothing! That’s not what the rebellion stood for. You have to understand… father…”[/color]

Cutting her off mid-sentence a resounded slap could be heard, a hit so hard it caused Iris to fall landing in the pool of his blood. Staining the white dress, she was wearing. “Understand what!? Look at you, pathetic. Cold blooded killer who will get what she deserves. You will die next. It’s your turn.”

[color=f49ac2]“I… I…”[/color] Sobbing Iris looked down at the pool of blood she was sat in, tears streaked down her face as the words he spoke resonated through her. Repeating to her, reminding her that she was worthless. Pathetic. It was all her fault he had been killed, had she let Caspain escape and stayed behind maybe she could have saved her father? And then her mother, would she be disappointed in what she did? What does it matter, I’ll die anyway, it’s what I deserve for everything? Watching the pool of blood, it began to disappear, colours of reds and purples swirled around as the scenery began to change. The blood replaced by fresh blades of grass and a somewhat more bright and sunny scenery, a big change from the dark and desolate imagery from before. 

Frowning to herself as she looked at her hands, they were clean, no blood on them and she glanced around quickly trying to establish where she was and then she saw him. Cas. Reaching out to him she smiled looking at him standing in the sunlight, he looked so happy and well. No injuries and he was fine. [color=f49ac2]“Oh Cas, you’re okay… you look fine.”[/color] Scrambling to her feet as she ran over to him, but something was strange. No matter how much she ran she didn’t get any closer, panic started to set in as she desperately reached out to him and then she heard his voice. Words she never expected to hear. 

[color=f7941d][b]I never loved you.[/b][/color][/i] 

Darkness came after that; Iris couldn’t remember anything after those words and even though she knew he hadn’t said that it still unsettled now. Awake in the hospital. Eyes were transfixed on the white wall as she allowed herself to relive the nightmare, unable to push it down or forget it. Even though something had happened to stop the dreams she could still remember them, nothing would take that away from her. From the horrid nightmares of her guilt and her father to the idea that the person she had started to open up too, trust and love. Didn’t love her. It drained her of energy and even though she had rested she felt far from it and she couldn’t even be bothered to get up from the bed. Not caring who was in the room and what was going to happen to her.