Trigger warnings: anxiety attacks.

Camille's P.O.V.
When I woke up, the candlelight was significantly dimmer. I was still leaning against Patton, but in a different place and position. I sat up slowly, feeling much less tired than I had when I went to sleep, and saw that I had been leaned against Patton's stomach. He was asleep with his cardigan off and rolled up on the floor as a pillow. Virgil was next to him, and had his head leaned against his arm rather than having his jacket off as a pillow.

I didn't want to wake either of them up, so I tried to go back to sleep. But the ground was too uncomfortable and my back hurt too much, and I couldn't get my thoughts together. I was still remembering things from my time as being the dark figure, and every memory that I received was worse than the last.

He puts on a good show, pretending to love you. The things I whispered to Patton kept replaying in my mind. The memories I stole kept replaying too. Everything—the curses, the memories, the blade—echoed through my head over and over and over again until I couldn't take it anymore. I let out a scream and curled in on myself, muttering that I just wanted the memories to stop, that I wanted to forget it all and never know it happened.

I felt arms wrap around me and I glanced up, tears springing to my eyes. Patton was holding me tightly in a hug, and Virgil had cupped my hand in his. He looked mostly composed, but his hands were shaking and his breathing was rapid.

"What's wrong Camille?" Patton asked.

"M-M-Memories." I stammered. With a sense of urgency, Patton turned to look at Virgil, a desperate look on his face. Virgil took a deep breath and looked directly at me.

"Calm down, Camille," he said softly. "You're going to be fine, everything's going to be fine. This is just an anxiety attack. They happen sometimes, and they're terrible, but you can get past this one."

Virgil's P.O.V.
Camille's scream woke me up panicking, so as I tried to calm her down I was also trying to calm myself. I told her exactly what I wished someone would say to me during my attacks, and it seemed to work.

"You're going to be fine, Camille. Just listen to me and do what I say, alright?" She nodded, looking at me with pitiful eyes.

"Breathe in for four seconds." I counted to four slowly. "Hold your breath for seven seconds." I counted to seven. "Now breathe out for eight seconds." I counted to eight. "Just keep doing that. In for four seconds, hold for seven seconds, out for eight seconds. I'll do it with you." For the next few minutes we used my breathing technique until both of us had mostly calmed down.

"Remember Camille, those voices in your head, they're gonna tell you horrible things and they're gonna remind you of everything you want to forget. But you're stronger than them, you're louder than them, and you don't have to give in." I smiled at her and let go of her hand.

"Thank you." she said. "How did you learn to do that?" My smile became a bit smaller as a looked away.

"Just a little trick of the trade."

Patton's P.O.V.
I stared at Virgil with a bit of disbelief. I had no idea he could calm someone down the way he did.

"Guys, there's some things I need to tell you." Camille said. Me and Virgil turned out full attentions to her, completely intent on hearing on hearing what she had to say.

For nearly two minutes, Camille explained everything she had done. One week before Roman and Virgil began fighting, she stole their memories. She couldn't figure out what she stole, however, but did say she knew where to find the memories. Camille was the Dragon Witch that cursed them, and the real Dragon Witch was hidden away somewhere. That but wasn't actually that surprising—somehow, we all must have known deep down that the Dragon Witch wasn't the Dragon Witch, as we had been referring to it as 'it' and not 'she.' Camille was the one who cursed Logan, and she knew how to break that curse. Camille was the whispering voice that I kept hearing.

"Who was forcing you to do this?" I asked finally. She looked away.

"It has no form, no name, but it is powerful. It is the ruler of this land."

"What is this land?" Virgil asked.

"This is a different realm of the Mind. This is the Dark Imagination. It's like the Imagination, but it's solely for upsetting and horrible thoughts and ideas."

"Wait, how many realms of the Mind are there?" Virgil questioned. Camille tilted her head a bit, as if tying to remember something that she couldn't quite put her finger on.

"Well, there's of course the Mind Palace, where all the Sides live. There's the Imagination, the Dark Imagination, the Afterlife, the Library Of Memories, the Library Of Knowledge, and there's Dream Land."

"How do you know about these places" I asked.

"It told me." Camille replied simply. The three of us sat in silence for a moment. I turned to Virgil to see his fists clenched and his eyes squeezed shut. He exhaled sharply, opening his fists and eyes.

"What were you trying to do?" Camille asked.

"Teleport," Virgil replied, seemingly out of breath. "Communicate with someone. It's not working. I can't use any of my abilities in here." He sighed, turning to face the slowly dimming candle.

"We can't... We can't get out of here on our own. We have to wait." I thought of Logan again. I pictured him bursting through the door and rushing us out to safety. I smiled, hoping that my fantasies wouldn't forever remain fantasies.

Virgil's P.O.V.
I couldn't help but imagine Roman riding in on Arion, sword in hand, a big stupid grin on his face. I imagined him swooping in, defeating the invisible monster that held us, then leading us on an epic escape. I smiled, thinking about how much I wanted to leave. The room was so small, so dark, so uncomfortable, I wasn't sure how much longer I was going to be able to stand being in there.

But claustrophobia would be the least of our concerns. That same day we were given a new door in the room, one that led to an even smaller bathroom. To put it simply, it was a chamberpot, a bucket of water, and a bar of soap that all somehow emptied and replenished themselves after being used. The candle was lit again, the water pitcher was refilled, and the food was replenished once a day—or, at least, I assume once day. We lost track of time immediately. Later we would come to find out how long we were hidden away in there, but at the time we had no idea.

We didn't know why we were being 'cared for,' but we didn't question it so much as be grateful for it. Slowly, I began regretting saying we should wait. We're not some damsels in distress, I thought to myself on multiple occasions. We don't need to wait for Prince Charming and his trusty sidekicks to come save us.

"Ha, sidekicks!" Patton said when I expressed these concerns to him. I smiled, despite my annoyance, because that was the first joke Patton had made in a while.

"Patton, I'm serious, we have to get out of here!" I was already panicking and the conversation had only been going for about thirty seconds.

"Virgil, take a deep breath, calm down, and try to think rationally." Camille said. "We've already tries to open the door, and it won't budge. It also hasn't opened in, well, however long." I nodded, remembering the multiple time we tried to open the door. Each time was just as unsuccessful as the last, but Patton and Camille kept insisting we never give up. However, even the most persistent of people must know when to stop.

While we waited there were times when we weren't tying to open the door, we weren't eating, we weren't using the 'bathroom,' we weren't sleeping, and we were just silent. Those were the times when I was left alone with my thoughts and memories. My death would replay over and over. Roman, Logan, Milly, Owen, and Patton's terrified faces haunted me. I could sometimes feel a phantom hand in my own, to which I would rub my thumb against.

I hated being so lovesick and pitiful, but I couldn't help myself. I missed Roman more than I understood. My thoughts kept saying I was no damsel in distress and that I was in no need of Prince Charming, yet I wanted my Prince so badly that I couldn't bare to think about him.

"Where are you Princey?" I whispered once. "When are you going to be here? Please, we need you. I need you."

Sleep was an interesting concept. I went to sleep one time right after the food was replenished and I woke up after it had been replenished again. Another time, I went to sleep as Camille began to eat an apple and woke up as she finished its first half.

Nearly every time, though, I woke up panicking, gasping for air, my heart pounding. I faced a nightmare three or four times, all of them being the same thing: my death. Patton would hold me and rock me back and forth like a baby while Camille would repeat to me variations of what I told her.

Quite a few times the roles were reversed, though. Camille would zone out and rock back and forth when it was too quiet for too long. Patton had a nightmare every time he slept, but he only ever said what it was one time.

That time Patton woke me up by crying in his sleep. When I finally managed to wake him up, he hugged me and Camille for a long time. It took nearly an hour (I guess it was an hour, but I'll never quite know for sure, considering we had no means of telling time) but Patton finally started to talk.

"I c-couldn't save you," he whispered. "Any of you. All I could do was w-watch while you two, and Roman, and Milly, and Owen, and L-Logan, all of you were.." He cried again and held us tighter.

There was something about that room, that dark and tiny room. When you're in there, all your memories are painful. All your thoughts are poisonous. All your emotions are fear and sorrow. It feels like even you are gone, left with nothing other than the room you are trapped within.

A.N.
Well, normally I've got something to say, but this time I don't. So, uh, I'll just let you guys do the talking. Anyone prone to commenting, tell me, how are things going? Crappy? Mediocre at best? Good? I'm not really sure if this is like a normal thing to do, asking readers to comment how they're feeling and how life's treating them, but I'm up for trying new things.

Anyway, adiós.