Chapter 1
Catra.
Her breath hitched. Soon hot, salty tears were streaming down her face. She tried to wipe them away but more just came, her throat started to hurt, that's when she realised she was screaming. She tried to muffle the sounds but no good came of that. She was shaking, blue and yellow eyes trying to remember the source of this. The little blonde girl, and her stupid deep blue eyes, it was always her. She was always there, always the one hauting her dreams her and her stupid big smile and her stupid little hair poof, her stupid stupid name that seemed to fit her perfectly. Adora. Adora who would wipe her tears, Adora who would always stand up for her even if she was in the wrong, Adora who broke their promise and Adora who was always perfect. She was taken back to the real world and out of her dark and tired mind by the sounds of her moms voices gently and patiently calling her name. This had happened more times than she can count and it always ended with hot chocolate in hand and soft gentle hands rubbing her back soothingly. And soon she was asleep.
Adora.
She was up. She had been for hours waiting for morning to come, but the night seemed to last forever. She didn't want to sleep her mind would only be plagued with nightmares and the thought of her mother waking up because of her was just terrifying, but the lack of sleep didn't lift any of the guilt she held because the gold and sapphire eyes the cat like girl held didn't ever go away. No matter what. But if she didn't sleep she wouldn't be screaming just trying to make it all go away, so she stayed awake, letting her plague her whilst awake. Letting Catra plague her. Catra the girl who was always in trouble, Catra who had held her when her dog swiftwind died, Catra who she left, without a goodbye. A small sob escaped the blondes lips and before she could stop herself there was another and another, then she was struggling to breath, just suck in any source of air, gasping now, just awaiting the punishment that would come if she didn't stop, what her mother would do. But she couldn't stop they just kept on going wishing it would just stop. A hand came to her mouth, she realised not as her own, but her mothers. She was too late, this had happend before and always ended with her on the floor begging, begging them to stop, but her cries of plea never worked.