Room 805 :Sunglee Choi

[Emily!]

Room 805 is a two- person, co-ed room.

[Daphne Amhearst]

It was late. Later than one Boston native really cared to find out how late it actually was. But she was shaking, freezing cold from waking up covered in sweat, and half hysterical. It was probably a good thing she didn't have a roommate. She would wake them up constantly. Nightmares were something she dealt with constantly. Both awake and asleep, but at least when she was awake she had a semi-control over them. When she slept all hell broke loose in her mind. But it was times like this she really got bad. They only happened once in a long while. When she was home her family always calmed her, but at school... she never really had anyone. She usually ended up sitting up all night staring at a wall scared to death to sleep anymore for a few nights.

It wasn't like that anymore, though. It used to be. But not anymore. Sunglee was here. She had someone. She hadn't told him about the nightmares. Would he want to know?.. probably. Knowing him. They'd been spending a fair amount of time together now. He would help her calm down, right? He had to. She really didn't like the idea of sitting in her room for the next couple of days staring at a wall trying to get the mental image of so much death out of her mind. She redhead shook her head lightly, finally managing to move to the edge of her bed. She was still shaking, she was still freezing, but she was moving now. Progress. Her red hair was tousled from being in bed before and she tried to smooth it out as best she could. It didn't help much, but she tried.

Daphne found her slippers near her bed and put them on slowly, carefully. She was still shaking. It was just a nightmare. She knew it was. Real on some level because it came from her abilities, but things were not definite. Nothing was ever really definite. No one she cared about was dead. Sunglee was alive, her family was alive, everyone was alive. It was okay. She had to keep repeating that in her head, forcing herself to get up and leave her room. Forcing each step down the hall as she relived the nightmare in her mind over and over. Down the stairs, down another hall, all the way to Sunglee's room. He was probably asleep. Should she wake him? She didn't want to. He needed his sleep. Maybe.. his door was unlocked. Her hand was shaking as she reached for the knob, finding it just that, unlocked. She opened it carefully, trying to be as quiet as possible. He didn't have a room mate either, but that didn't mean she should just be as loud as possible.

Her eyes were sad and tired, heavy. Not a touch of makeup on any of her features. She was exhausted, depressed, and scared out of her wits. But she was still here. Seeking comfort from the one person at this school she would even dare to ask for it from. And there he was, asleep in bed. Forcing her feet to move once more she went inside and closed the door quietly behind her, making sure to lock it this time. Teachers could find her in here after hours. They didn't need to get in trouble for her sake. After a few deep breaths she walked over to his bed, slowly, still shaking, and popped off her slippers to slip right into bed beside him and curl up to the older boy not caring to even check whether or not he had clothes on. She was so cold. And tired. And upset. And still shaking. She just.. wanted it all to stop. Tears collected in her eyes and she squeezed them shut, trying to force them back. "Sunglee..." She murmured, her voice weak and cracked. She just.. needed to hear his voice. To feel his arms around her. Comfort of some sort. Anything. Anything to make those images go away.