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My first night at agent Hotchner's house went as well as expected, which means it wasn't great. I had a nightmare that shook me to my core.
I was standing in a room it was empty and looked abandoned. It wasn't until I looked around that I realized I was back at the abandoned building all of this started in. Then suddenly, their bodies appeared; my friends were lying dead around me. I started freaking out. I didn't want to see this not again.
That's when he walked in, Homewood. He was holding his gun in his hand, twirling it around, and giving me a wicked smile. It felt like I couldn't breathe. I was panicking.
"I told you I would find you." He said, laughing at me.
"No! Please leave me alone!" I screamed out.
All he did was laugh. A laugh that was so wicked, and it made me scared. Why? That's all I was thinking about. Why me? I didn't know this guy. What could I have possibly done to make him so angry that he would want to kill me?
At this point, tears were streaming down my face from my fear. All I could think to do was to run. I ran as fast as I could to get away from him. But I could still hear his laughter. It was like he was still right in front of me. Despite running away from him, I somehow ended up right behind him. I run in a circle right back to him. I was in an endless loop that I couldn't escape.
"You can't escape from me, Del." He told me with a sinister look.
I let out a sob, "NO! NO! Please don't!" I screamed as he moved closer, raising his gun to me.
"I said I would find you, and I would kill you. This may be scary, but I promise it'll be quick."
As I stared at him with tears, I could tell he was enjoying seeing the fear in my eyes. He knew what he was doing. He loved the feeling of scaring me, and it was like he was getting off on it—that's when I heard the gunshot.
"AHHHHHHH!" I screamed, waking up back in agent Hotchner's guest room. Then the man himself busts into my room after hearing my scream.
"Del? Del, your okay? It's okay. You're safe." He said, bringing me into a hug to show me I was safe.
"It's okay. Your safe."
I would have normally pushed Hotchner off me and claimed I was fine, but at that moment, I stayed in his arms, actually feeling safe. I had never been held in this way. A comforting way, like a father caring for his daughter. At that moment, it made me miss my own father, as I can't even remember what it felt like to even be in his arms. So I stayed, and I hugged him tighter, saying to Hotchner I didn't want him to let go just yet.
We stayed like that for a while, with him just holding me and me letting out quiet tears in fear of closing my eyes and seeing that man again. Eventually, I stopped crying and felt safe enough, so I pulled away from agent Hotchner.
"Thank you." I whispered.
"Are you okay?" He asked, rubbing my arm for comfort.
I nod, "Yeah. I'm okay now. Did I wake Jack?"
"No, don't worry about him. He's a really deep sleeper. I doubt he heard." He said, giving me a slight smile.
I let out a breath and nodded my head. I brought my knees up to my chest and just held myself to wanting to go back to sleep. I was scared of seeing Homewood again.
"Are you sure you're gonna be okay to go back to sleep?" Hotchner asked, concerned.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. You can go back to sleep. I promise I'm fine."
He sighed, and I knew he didn't believe me but didn't push me, "Okay. Get some sleep, Del."
With that, he walked out, closing the door behind him. Once I heard his footsteps walk away from the room is when I let out a sob, and tears fell again. I tried to stop myself from crying again and catch my breath, but I couldn't, no matter what I did. The tears just kept coming and would stop. I laid down in the bed again, just holding myself in the fetal position, trying to keep myself awake so I wouldn't go back into that nightmare.
But with all the crying, it was inevitable, and I ended up falling asleep, but thankfully I didn't have another nightmare. Looking back, I think I didn't have another nightmare because I felt safe in the house. After being held by agent Hotchner, I felt like he would really keep me safe, but of course, at the time, I didn't want to believe that was it. At the time, I felt like I didn't deserve to have agent Hotchner protect me and make me feel safe, but I did.
A/N: when i wrote this i imagined the whole nightmare in my head as if it was actually like a scene and i will say i freaked myself out. i was genuinely scared of the nightmare i wrote. idk how to feel about that. anyway double update today just cause i felt like it. hope you enjoy. bye!!!!!!!!!!!