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With a small towel, she gently dries the water away.

The contact of the crisp cold water against her face clears her head slightly in her early morning preparation. Allowing her eyes to adjust to the much sharper bright bathroom light, blinking slowly, she turns the handle in the large, tiled shower, leaving it to get warmer as she scrubs her face, careful to avoid getting soap in her eyes. Steering herself in the direction of the en-suite bathroom, she quietly slips past its sliding door, closing it behind her. Three-Forty-Four isn't half bad, though i dont see slumber looking very likely after this.ĭeciding it would be best to take a shower, she gently clasps the notebook and caps the pen. Surprisingly, i lasted quite long tonight. Three times i woke up from a scream splitting my vocal chords. I haven't slept well in years now, and they are only getting more frequent. I'm concerned about these nightmares though. I'll have to ask Hopper at a more decent time this morning. Is it bad that i still feel the pain as vividly when i dream as i did ten years ago when those awful people took me? Something that must've been deemed bad enough to raise the level by three notches or so. I don't remember exactly, what or when, but i had done something wrong that day. This time it was one from the few weeks i spent there after i turned fourteen. Unable to think of much, her mind on autopilot, she takes the pen near her journal and opens the small book upon the mahogany desktop, writing yet another solemn, early-morning, entry. Having walked to her desk, she takes the glass of water and an Ibuprofen for the headache now threatening to bring on tears. Clicking on a lamp, she steps out of bed carefully. Sitting up swiftly, Regina pushes the blanket off with unsteady hands, her entire body drenched in sweat. The person flips a switch suddenly, and a hoarse shriek rips from her raw throat and tears painfully through the stagnant air like a cold blade as waves of electricity shock her to the core. The same situation, again and again, day after long, dark, day. Her entire body trembles in anticipation, dying to get it over with. She lets out a slight whimper as someone else strokes the side of her face. The pain is unbearable most days, and this is said to be worse? Someone places something on both sides of her temples and hooks something cold and metallic to her restraints. Wrenching her pounding heart as it sinks in fear.