catharsis: r, drabblet

and it feels now
just like heaven’s coming down
your soul shakes free
as its conscience hits the ground

-‘Heaven Coming Down’, Tea Party

Roy can’t remember a time without nightmares.

They are always the same – ghosts of the past come back to haunt him, the accusations of those long dead, the faces of those he was forced to kill. They beat against his mind, the angry pounding building to a crescendo which ends with him waking, half-scream on his lips in a cold, empty room.