Greenwood Family Circus

Archer: "you want to talk about it?"

 

Pia smiled slightly looking back up at him "if I didn't want to talk, I'll still be in my trailer."

 

Archer: "tell me then."

 

Pia looked back at her lap "I wasn't expecting it this time. It was a normal dream. But small hints I should of noticed, like shadows following me, I didn't see them until it was too late. It's always the gun to the head and knife to the throat. Just like before I came here." She explains quietly.

 

Archer: he sat down next to her. "Anything else?"

 

Pia shrugs "I don't know where it came from, it hasn't happened for a while..."

 

Archer: "need any medicine like last time?"

 

Pia shakes her head "no, besides the doctor said to stop taking them after last time. I nearly got addicted."

 

Archer: "just take 1 every 2 weeks."

 

"I was taking them one every two weeks, they just made it worse." Pia says quietly.

 

Archer: "why don't I find a prescription that works better?"

 

Pia shakes her head "it's not something that medication can fix. It's PTSD."

 

Archer: "I see."

 

Pia looks away, playing with her wrist. "Why did it happen now? Everything was fine until Cree left."

 

Archer: "I don't know."

 

Pia looks back at Archer "it's been about three months since the last time."

 

Archer: "I know it has been that long."

 

Pia looks away again "they're getting worse." She says before resting her head on his shoulder.

 

Archer: "what can I do?"

 

Pia smiles "nothing, you're the only one I trust enough here to tell about my true identity. I mean it's not like a lot of people get held that knife and gun point around here."