Terezi might not be nothing but rags, but she crumples like them when he throws her back. She doesn't try to get up this time, simply lying on the ground and trying to breathe without lapsing into painful gasps. The shrieking doesn't help matters, when every nerve of her body is lit up in either panic or pain.

Wake up, please wake up, she thinks to herself, more desperately than before. This has to be a dream... but even so, she's starting to wonder. Dreams have never been this real or this painful before. It terrifies her even more that this might be real... that she might really die here.

This time when he shrieks at her to shut up, she does. She lies quiet, save for the shallow breaths going in and out.