Fem Characters x Reader Imagines (Requests Open)

Nora Reid x Reader Part 2

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Smoke filled your lungs as you finally became conscious. You looked around slowly, ignoring the pain in your neck, as you tried to remember what happened. You had been driving with Zeke, Zeke was the on driving, to meet up with your parents in the next city over. Your parents were in the next city for a business meeting and thought it would be a good chance to take a break from all the stress that came with midterms. "This is my favorite song!" You squeal as you turn the music up and belt out the lyrics. Your brother rolls his eyes at you before joining in and being way more animated than you. "That is such as good song." You say with a smile as Zeke stops at an intersection. "I mean, it's alright I guess." Zeke responds nonchalantly and you roll your eyes. 'Yeah sure like you weren't---" Your sentence got cut off by a large impact against the driver side of the car. You feel terror rip through you as the car flips over multiple times before you pass out.

Smoke filled your lungs as you finally became conscious. You looked around slowly, ignoring the pain, as you tried to get your bearings. You could feel gravity pushing down on you as you hung upside down. You looked to your right, trying to see if Zeke was okay or conscious and the sight almost makes you throw up. Straight through Zeke and many other parts of the car, even through your seat, were 5 inch thick poles. You had been lucky, you didn't call it luck other people did, to have been missed by any poles by a near inch. "Zeke..." You rasp out as you reach an hand out to him to touch him, maybe he was still alive somehow. You barely touch his body before his head turns and your eyes meet his cold dead ones. "Zeke!" You yell out in pure anguish as you finally let tears fall from your eyes. "No, no, no, please..." You beg, to who you don't know. Panic was starting to set in now, you didn't want to be in this car anymore, you didn't want to be sitting next to your dead brother, you didn't want his dead eyes burning a hole into your head, you wanted out.

"Help me please! Get me out!" You yell, hurting your throat with how dry it was. "Help is on the way! Please try and stay calm!" You hear a random person yell but you're already to far gone. You try to calm your breathing, using the exercises you had learned. But it was all too much, the sounds of cars, people yelling, the cold stare from your brother... It was all just too much. You felt yourself panicking and not being able to catch your breath. The last thing you remember hearing was the loud sounds of the city.

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You sit up fast, accidentally knocking Nora off of you as you wake up suddenly, you hadn't dreamed about that day since you've been on the island. Fortunately for you, no one was awake yet to see you wake so suddenly. Nora did, however, wake up when you sat up. "Y/n?" She mumbled as she tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes. You lay back down, pulling her back on top of you. "Shh, sorry I didn't mean to wake you..." You trail off as you rub her back, easing her back to sleep. You stay awake for the rest of the night, why were these dreams happening now? Why were you being forced to remember?

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You sat in your wheelchair as the priest blessed your brother's casket before finally lowering it into the ground. Your dad wheeling you away as the funeral finished. No one spoke on the way home. It had been an 18 wheel that hit your brother's car, the driver had suffered a heart attack at the wheel and had also died on scene. 2 deaths, 4 injured. But the other injuries were minor compared to yours, seeing as your brothers car had acted like a speed bump and slowed down the 18 wheeler before it a few other cars. It was quiet when you arrived home, the usual goofiness of your brother leaving a void in the house that couldn't be filled. "Go to your room y/n." Your dad said as he sat down on the couch after grabbing a beer out of the fridge. "What? Why---" "I said go to your room!" Your father bellowed as his fist tightened around the beer bottle. You shrinked back in fear and silently let your mother help you up the the stairs.

You wish that was the last time your father had turned to the bottle to ease his pain but it wasn't. It became a weekly thing and soon after a daily thing. It got so bad that your mother officially divorced him 2 years after your brothers death and you were now living between homes. You preferred staying with your mom and her new boyfriend, who treated you both way better than your dad had been. But your father still got you on weekends and those were weekends you definitely wanted to forget. Of course, nothing good lasts forever.

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You sat up suddenly again, for the 7th day in a row, as you tried to catch your breath. This time it was way past the usual wake up time but the girls had let you sleep because Nora told them about how you would wake up in the middle of the night. The girls looked at you worriedly, not knowing what to do as you were panicking. Nora calmly sat beside you and pulled you into a hug as you caught your breath and calmed down. When you finally calmed down, you noticed the group of girls looking at you in concern and blush in embarrassment. "I guess I should explain some things." You state as you wring your hands nervously. "Y/n you don't have---" Nora denies, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable. You cut Nora off by giving her a small smile, "No it's only fair since I wake you up every night." You say before pulling her over to the group of girls who were still watching you. "I guess I should explain..." No one objects. "Well let me start from the beginning..."

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"That's how I got this scar." You say as you lift your shorts and show 5 small circles that had been burned into your skin. "Do you know what the most fucked up thing about all this is?" You ask as everyone stares at you in concern and pity after having heard your back story. "That even though I'm stuck on this godforsaken island with people I've only known for how ever long we've been stuck here... I've never felt safer." You state as you grab Nora's hand and give her a small smile. "There isn't any 18 wheeler that will come out of nowhere, there isn't the loud sound of the city that reminds me of that day, I'm nowhere near home where my dad is probably waiting to beat me up or worse... There isn't a murder on the loose who use to make me and my mother feel safe before he killed her... For the first time, I feel like I can breath."