CW: trauma, suicidal ideation
"You're feeling a little better?"
There was something bright all around her. She couldn't tell what. She thought she could hear yelling, but she couldn't tell who was yelling or what they were saying. Were they yelling at her?
Waking up was worse. Waking up came with remembering. Remembering Cardinal being beaten unconscious in front of her. Remembering battering her friends and companions with her magic. Remembering setting the entirety of the place on fire. Waking up was worse.
The adventuring party was in a small room, Rooks were yelling, people were screaming, her mind felt on fire. Fire roaring, searing, burning its way through her skull and out of her eyes.
Waking up was worse. Waking up meant it wasn't a nightmare. Waking up meant being back in a mind that couldn't be trusted.
They were there: Maelie, Lorke, Igor, Scarlet, Cardinal. Together in a room. Laughing, talking, enjoying each other's company. She stood at the door, laughing as she lit them all on fire and listened to them scream.
Waking up was…better. A relief that none of them was dead. And worse…knowing that neither was she.
It was just Cardinal in the room. She lay crumpled on the ground, her body beaten and broken. Peg could see her, but couldn't move. She looked frantically to see what trapped her, but could see nothing. She willed her feet to move, but it was to no avail. The panic bubbled up inside her as she struggled to reach her friend, to help her. She couldn't. She couldn't. She…the fire surprised her as it burst forth from her hands, setting alight her friend's body as she stood there and watched it burn.
Waking up was…better. Worse. Everything at once. She shook violently, covered in sweat, and vomited over the side of her bed.
She shouldn't be here. Gone would be...a little better.