Marta looked at Sterling as she whispered her encouragement. Quite frankly, she didn’t mind if others talked for hours. That was okay with her. Part of her liked being a part of the group - even if she didn’t always feel like she fit in. It wasn’t their fault at all. She was just…different. Splash sensed something - she always did - and worked her way underneath Marta’s hand. She scratched the wolf’s head subconsciously.
”I sometimes still have nightmares - about the brothel. They’re scary - wake me up sometimes. But they’re not as strong as they were. Not so…real…and don’t come as often.” She wanted to speak to the other girls, the ones who were talking about nightmares, but was scared to address them directly. She was afraid they would judge her, or worse, throw her aside because they would misunderstand or think she was attacking them. So she looked at the floor, and took Sterling’s hand with her free one for comfort. ”Time has helped, and talking about it has made them less intense. It doesn’t hurt so bad anymore.”
”I sometimes still have nightmares - about the brothel. They’re scary - wake me up sometimes. But they’re not as strong as they were. Not so…real…and don’t come as often.” She wanted to speak to the other girls, the ones who were talking about nightmares, but was scared to address them directly. She was afraid they would judge her, or worse, throw her aside because they would misunderstand or think she was attacking them. So she looked at the floor, and took Sterling’s hand with her free one for comfort. ”Time has helped, and talking about it has made them less intense. It doesn’t hurt so bad anymore.”