Chainsmokers | Masky x Reader / Tim Wright x Reader | RE WRITE

4

I only got glimpses of things in my dream after I lost consciousness. I saw one of the missing girls I've been searching for, standing in what looked like an abandoned playground in the middle of some thick woods. Next, it was glimpses of an old, ran down shack scattered with photos, also in some woods. Before I woke up, I saw a skinny, petite girl around my age with long red hair. I could hear her whispering, as if to me, but I couldn't make out what was said. There was a deafening static the entire time, like an old rabbit ear television tuned to nothing was on full volume right beside my head.

I jolted awake in a cold sweat, my head was pounding and there was a ringing in my ears. Disoriented, I looked around. I was on my couch, assuming Tim laid me down here, and he was on a chair nearby, looking concerned. "What happened?" I mumbled, dazed and groggy.

"You're awake? Are you okay? You suddenly passed out, and it seemed like whatever dream you were having wasn't pleasant," Tim's voice definitely had a tinge of worry. I fainted? I don't remember that.

I sit up, holding my head from the pain. "I'm fine, I think. Could you go get me some pain relievers, please?" He nodded and quickly got up to retrieve what I asked. I thought back to my dream, curious. Where was that playground? Why did I see a shack, and what were those photos? Who was that red haired woman?

The woman. She's what confused me the most. It felt as if I knew her, but I forgot a lot of my childhood so I can't be certain. Her name was just on the tip of my tongue. I knew her, but I can't remember how.

I was shaken out of my thoughts when Tim handed me some pills and a glass of water, which I quickly got down. I felt embarrassed for this. I haven't had these severe issues for years, and now it's all suddenly back now that I have a visitor.

That's the weird thing.

All these issues suddenly came back when I met Tim.

"Is something wrong?" I hear him ask. I guess I must've looked troubled. When I looked at him, he did look actually concerned for me. Am I just paranoid? Is this just coincidence? I don't know.

"Um, yeah, yeah. I'm fine, don't worry about me?" I force a small smile, opting to just keep my worries to myself. I could easily be wrong and then only offend him, which I wouldn't want. He's been too nice for me to do that. He sighs, sitting on the now opened up space from me sitting up on the couch. "I'm sorry about this, by the way. I usually am in better shape than this," I nervously chuckle as I apologize to him.

He looks at me a bit confused. "It's fine, you shouldn't be sorry for things you can't help, such as all this." I focus my gaze on the glass of water I held, a bit ashamed for everything. "Is this normal for you, though? I find it hard to believe you could get much done if so."

I shrug, not really sure how to answer. "The headaches were normal, but the passing out? Not so much," I quietly answer. "It was bad when I was kid, but it stopped as I got older. Don't know why I'm dealing with it again though."

It stayed silent for a while. I didn't like it.

What if I was being tricked? What if it's not coincidence my condition suddenly got worse after meeting Tim?

Maybe I really am just too paranoid.

After my headache subsides, I get up with a huff. I have stuff I need to do today. "Sorry to ask more of you, but you think you could be of assistance to me once more? Need help getting my car taken care of," I turn to Tim with a smile, deciding to continue to brush off my paranoia for now.

"Of course," he responds back with his own smile.

"Great. Let's go get that taken care of then." This is going to definitely be a pain.