Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

♡︎nightmare pt. 2

"Dal? Dally? Dally! Dallas!" She called out, in long, breathy, screams.

"Y/n!" She heard from the very distance. She felt relieved to hear him again.

"Dally!" She cried out as loud as her body would let her scream.

"I'm here!" She heard him closer but she couldn't find him. It was so incredibly dark, maybe he would be able to find her.

"Hey!" She yelled out and heard running feet.

"Y/n!" She heard next to her before he tripped over her leg and found her.

"Dally." She managed to say through an exhale.

"No, no! No! Stay with me, now, stay with me!" He pleaded.

"I can-" She began before her head hit the ground.

"Oh god, Somebody! Please!" He cried out. She wasn't gonna die, not on his watch. But- it was so dark. He felt death was inevitable in a place like this.

"I'm gonna save you." He whispered and picked her up and started running towards a distant light he was hoping the hospital.

They were playing hide and seek, in the woods behind the hospital, yet, something happened and nobody knew where the gang went.

He stumbled to the light with the weak, limp girl he loved in his arms, and he let out a breath when he saw the hospital.

"Can somebody help me?!" He cried out while walking into the hospital. But when he looked around, it was dead quiet. There was nobody around. Magazines left open on the coffee tables in the waiting room, files left open on the front desk, creepy wheelchairs in the middle of the halls. Every one was gone.

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She shot her eyes open and looked around, feeling herself soaked in sweat and breathing heavy. She sat up carefully and looked around the room.

"It was just a dream." She whispered to herself but she knew she'd have trouble going back to bed, so she decided to go get some water.

As she took a sip from the tap water, she felt two hands go onto her shoulders and start rubbing them.

"Why aren't you in bed?" He said in a sleepy voice.

"Nightmare."

"Come back."

"Let me finish my water- hey! I was drinking that." She said as he took it from her hand and dumped it down the drain.

She looked at the time and noticed it was 3:03 am and she turned around to face him and wrapped her arms around his neck and he lifted her up and carried her to bed.

"Don't worry about nightmares, they're fake. They can't get you." He whispered and she nodded and he held her close to him while he whispered stories about the gang before she met them to help her sleep.

As she fell asleep, he closed his eyes and sighed happily. So grateful he had her.