#para:nightmares

[hannathefashionfreak]

Nightmares || Caleb & Hanna

Side Note: Her dream is in italics.

Hanna rarely had bad dreams, but the past few nights had been nothing but. The nightmares only seem to get worse with every passing night, leaving her lying awake for hours because she was terrified to fall back asleep into the same dream. Normally being in Caleb's arms was enough to comfort her, making sure never to wake him, because just watching his chest rise and fall as he slept helped her remember that the dreams weren't real, that he was still alive and breathing and nothing was going to happen to him. But tonight was different.

Hanna sat in her bed, trying to finish her homework as she waited for Caleb's text that he was outside so she could sneak him in, but the message never came. It was a quarter till nine, she still hadn't heard from him, and she began to worry. As soon as she reached over to call him, her phone vibrated to inform her that she had a new text. All of her worries disappeared as she saw who it was from - that was until she read it. It was a message from Caleb asking for her to come pick him up with an address attached to it. She quickly plugged it in on her phone and saw that it was about twenty minutes away, and sent him a text saying that she would be there soon. Not trying to worry about it too much, she got in her car and followed the route on her gps until she reached her destination - an old abandoned warehouse. She was hesitant to go inside, unsure as to why he was even out here in the first place, so she sent him a text telling him that she was there, but she never got a response.

After waiting almost ten minutes, she started to get worried, and she decided to finally go inside to look for him. Hanna shut her car off, and slowly got out, making her way over to the door that was already slightly open and called his name. With no answer back, she stepped inside the darkness, the only light that she had to go off of was from the moon shining through the broken windows. As she made her way around, she called his name twice more before she heard something fall from behind her. She quickly turned around to see a dark figure emerge from the shadows with Caleb in their grasp, a gun pointed to his head, and panic shot through her body as her blood turned cold. "Let him go!" She yelled as she made her way closer, but they immediately pointed the gun at her, silently warning her not to take another step. Her eyes hastily made their way to look at Caleb, his arms tied and his mouth covered with tape, but she could still hear him screaming for her to run. Then the figure placed the gun on the side of Caleb's head and her legs were trembling beneath her now, her mind racing a million miles per hour to try to think of a way she could save him. "Don't hurt him! What do you want from me? I'll do anything! Take me instead!" She screamed, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face. This couldn't be happening, she couldn't lose the only person in the world that she loved. She looked back down to him, and she could see tears soaking his face as well. "Please, just kill me instead!" Her voice was strained through her sobs, pleading for them to listen to her. She watched as the gun faced her once again, meeting Caleb's eyes one last time and whispered "I love you.". He shook his head as he tried to escape their grasp, his screams muffled by the tape covering his mouth as he was about to watch the love of his life die in front of him. She then closed her eyes, waiting for the impact, but it never came.

The noise from the gunshot was enough to startle her awake, shooting straight up in her bed as tears raced down her face. Her heartbeat was out of control, and she felt as if she just ran a mile with how uneven her breathing was. She was crying hysterically now, unable to keep back all of the emotions from her dream because it felt all too real. Everything was numb, her body, her thoughts, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get herself to say anything. All she could do was stare at the wall in front of her, trying to calm herself down, but she couldn't because the dream kept replaying over and over in her head to the point where she almost was second guessing whether or not it was real. 

[katryna-matthews]

Nightmares || Noah x Katryna

It had been a bigger issue when she was younger, particularly when Alex was old enough to think that they should be sleeping in separate rooms something that Katryna's parents agreed would be best. But something about this particular night just triggered the same old routine and she was met with the darkness of her childhood nightmares. When the choking feeling becomes unbearable, she wakes up, shaken and unable to speak. Katryna doesn't know why, but instead of going to Sadie or Alex, she goes to Noah, partially cause she knew he's certainly be in his room unlike the other two. Wearing only a grey tank top and light pink pyjama pants, she finds herself in front of his door. Knocking on it, she crosses her arms against her chest, trying to control her breathing. "Hey," she says, sniffing as she speaks, looking down to make her tears less noticeable "C—can I come in?"

[xzico-jrp-blog]

Nightmares || Solo

Where am I?

A groan escaped his lips, but he lay still on the cold, hard… concrete? Slowly he moved his hand to feel the ground. Yes, concrete. But where? His eyes fluttered open and he lifted his head. He could feel the imprints left from the ground on his cheek, but that wasn’t what mattered right now. He took a shuddered breath and grunted as his ribs fought back against him. There was so much pain that he nearly curled back into himself. However, with the help of the wall, he pulled himself up to a standing position instead. He was in some sort of alleyway. It didn’t look familiar. Why was he there? He then blinked as he tried to remember.

Remember. Who am I?

Panic coursed through him as he drew up a blank. There was no name. No past. He was an elf, that much he knew. Something about being 100 years old that day? He stared at the wall, eyes wide in fear. Hesitantly, he looked down. Blood. There was blood everywhere. And his clothes were ripped. He closed his eyes as his heart raced. He clutched his hand against his chest and closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath. Ok. Ok. I can do this. Obviously he had been beaten. There were bruises, blood, ripped clothes and his ribs were obviously broken. But why?

A flash of light, and then he was running. “Elf? There is no such thing!” At least, that was what the man had said. And now they were chasing him. Zico turned, but the wrong way. This was where it always strayed from the truth. He was supposed to turn left, and yet here he turned right. There was a dead end. He frantically turned in every direction, looking for an escape. And then, his back was pressed against the wall, watching the humans approach him. One pulled out a knife. Zico raised his hand, fighting to pull whatever moisture there was out of the air. And then, he sent it flying. Spears of water turned into sharp, shards of ice. They never made it to the humans. A pathetic attempt on his part. Why couldn’t he do this?

He was too slow. Suddenly his body felt like lead. Why couldn’t he move? He tried to lift his arm to defend himself, but the knife came too fast. Lightning lit up the clear, loud sky. There was a clap of thunder and then, suddenly…

Zico sat upright in his bed, breathing heavily. His hand had flown to his chest, searching for where the dagger might have entered his heart. “It didn’t happen…” He muttered, letting out a breath as he looked towards the window. Every night the end of the dream was different, but it always started out the same.  His hand fell from his chest to his bed and he growled in annoyance. It was soaked, but the air was dry. His clothes clung to his skin. This was the exact reason he had a waterproof cover on his mattress. A groan escaped his lips and he pushed himself off the bed. Quickly he stepped out of his soaking clothes and pulled his blankets and sheets off. He threw them into the washing machine before finding a pair of sweatpants.

He poured a small glass of rum and sat in his chair by the window. Rain beat down on the glass, blurring the outside world. A bolt of lightning struck down not too far away and thunder rumbled through the skies. Zico rubbed the bags under his eyes, cursing his recent insomnia. He took a sip of the alcohol, ignoring the burning as it ran down his throat. His hand idly slid up his bare chest to the place that the knife had been. He no longer cared about his past, so why had it decided to start haunting him the past few weeks? An angered growl escaped his lips and he threw the glass against the wall, before standing up and upturning the small table. His hand went to his mouth as he clenched his jaw. His lack of sleep was running his patience dry. He grabbed a jacket, shoved his feet into boots, and walked through the front door. The rain on his skin, the cool night air… This was all he needed.

And maybe a slice of apple pie.