Dinah was sweating, tossing, turning with her fingernails digging into her pillow with her 'yolky' yellow painted nails. She'd scratch the back of her neck wanting to scream. Without knowing it she was crying, alone in her room. After a few minutes of crying Dinah opened her eyes and she felt the salty water fall into her hairline. Dinah stuttered a few word out before wiping the sweat from her neck, forehead and upper lip. She sat up on her bed with her back against the head board and pulled her legs into her chest and nuzzled her head into her knees. Closing her eyes she began to cry a bit more. As Dinah closed her eyes, the dream-- nightmare had rushed back to her and she wanted to remember it:

Dinah sat alone under some bleacher in the football field eating a peanut butter and fluff sandwich. Her thoughts reeled each time a cheerleader or a football player walked by. Dinah hid a bit each time as well. This was her place, where she ate, spent gym time, spent study hall. Unless there was class she was under the bleachers. She saw that this was memory, which one though? After she'd finished her sandwich she drank all of her Capri Sun and threw it into her Spiderman lunchbox before getting up from the grass. Dinah put on her horn-rimmed, non-prescription glasses and her pastel yellow and denim jacket. She got up and walked to the where the shade turned into sunlight. 

The orange haired girl opened her eyes and looked at the blank television in her room. This memory was turing out to be a good one. Nothing bad had happened so she didn't know why she began crying and sweating and decided to try and remember the rest of the nightmare she'd had:

"Hey, freak!" a football player said. He was wearing the jersey number forty-six. She heard it and looked over quickly looking back at the ground to keep walking. Passing him she looked back quickly and her kept commenting. "I said hey!" she disregarded it before feeling his hand on her wrist. She knew this was going to go south. As forty-six's hand grip tightened she already felt the tears start to form but chewed on her lip to hold them back. Dinah stumbled back in front of him when he pulled her. She didn't even know this boy yet he knew her as 'freak,' it wasn't anything new. She'd heard every name in the book and it didn't matter much anymore. "Say hello to him, now," a new player, fourteen, said. "H-Hello," She managed to get out. Forty-six didn't let go of her wrist, instead handed her over to a cheerleader who called her a freak as well. "Hello, Brook." Dinah said with a cheeky smile trying to look as confident as possible.

Dinah rubbed her hands up and down her legs. Opening her eyes she knew where the nightmare was going but didn't want to accept it. She was going to have to at some time. This nightmare wasn't even half over thought the tears were there spilling out of her eyes one by one. Not yet sobbing but just crying, maybe weeping. Which just made the nightmare come back, over and over again:

"Hello, Brook," Dinah said looking at her skirt letting her eyes travel up to her bouncing blonde curls. She tried to avoid eye contact and before she knew it Brook's hand flew against her cheek. Dinah's hand held her own cheek as it began to turn red. She looked down at her black and white combat boots and she felt a tear drop from her eye onto the boots. Luckily the kids had a short attention span and were laughing instead of paying attention.

Dinah wouldn't do anything to them and everyone knew it. She was too innocent to do such a thing. Fighting was never something she'd even thought about doing. But either way she stood there holding her cheek waiting for the next move of the jocks. Which happened to be by Fourteen, he pulled her hair and she stumbled back before falling on the ground; letting go of her cheek for her hands to break her fall. He looked at Forty-six who approved of his move. She looked up at the boys with a quivering lip. Now they were mocking her for almost crying. 

Dinah was now sobbing. This was her worst memory of school and she couldn't believe she was having a nightmare a year after it happened. She still remember the incident perfectly. She remember every sense of it. Dinah remember how it smelled, like freshly mowed grass. How it felt, it obviously hurt but the grass was cold and dewy. How it looked, like the Colosseum and Dinah was the warrior who was surrounded by three lions. How it sounded, like a comedy show in New York. But how it tasted was yet to come:

Forty-Six and Fourteen laughed at her and Brook gave her a proud smirk that she hit her first. Dinah got over the pain in her face as it was still red she pet herself to flatten her hair and combed though her bangs. Too scared to get up she stayed on the ground and sat with her legs out in front of her hoping a friend, Alice, would show up soon. She never did and Dinah was on her own. Forty-six whispered a command to Brook which Brook did. She pulled her her up and punched her straight in the jaw. At this point Dinah didn't care if they saw her crying, that hurt and she cried. "Why- I've- I've never done anything to you!" Dinah yelled at all three of them. Pain shot though her jaw as she did and she slapped a hand over her mouth regretting what she said. "I-I'm sorry!" Dinah said after her hand was removed from her mouth. Wither ever letter that spilled from her mouth a new pain was at her jaw. She shook her head and rushed off grabbing her book bag and laptop bag. She saw her one and only friend, Alice around the corner and ran the other way sobbing hoping Alice wouldn't see her. 

With that-- the nightmare was over and Dinah was sobbing louder and louder. It didn't seem like it'd be her worst memory but it truly was. The last time she'd gotten bullied and Alice wasn't there to say something. Especially because this was the first time she'd gotten hit. Other times it was just verbal abuse but this time they went a little too far and punched her in the face. But Dinah wasn't one to stand up for herself, Alice always did that for her and she had no problem with it. Sure she loved who she was and loved what she wore. Dinah loved herself but when people broke her down she didn't know what to do about it. It was horrible for not only her but her parents. She'd come home crying ad her father would always ask "What's wrong, dear?" and she'd answer "Nothing, terrible day at school." That happened again tonight. 

"What happened, angel?" Dinah's father asked rushing into her room. She looked up at him and shook her head crying. He engulfed her in his arms sitting on her bed next to her. "I had a really bad dream, dad," Dinah said. Her father didn't need an explanation of it, he just held her and rocked her shushing her. "I love you, angel, it was just dream. Can you fall back asleep for me? Think you can do that? I need you to be fearless," Dinah's father said with a smile playfully flexing his muscles. Dinah laid down and nodded her head watching her father leave the room and close the door. She turned off her side table light keeping her eyes open till the sun rose, too scared to fall asleep.