Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20151127024223/@comment-24416658-20151213052835

Peyton stopped dead. The fire around him, the screams of burning Grimm. It was too much. He was remembering.

When Peyton was young, his family had lost almost anything in a house fire. While he had not been in the house when the flames engulfed it, he had reached it in time for the terrifying image to be forever in his mind. He still had nightmares about it.

Nightmares that were suddenly returning.

Groaning, Peyton fell to his knees, hands on his head. He was yelling. The heat, the lights, the smells. It was too much.

"Make it stop!" he yelled, touching his head to the ground.