This Town (Sally Face x Reader)

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You are running. Hard. Your head is throbbing and your heart is pounding in your ears. Each cold breath you inhaled was painful.

"RUN, Y/N!"

His screams echoed in your head. You didn't know where you were going. Just that you needed to run and you couldn't stop until you found help. You'd been screaming. No one could hear you in the middle of the woods.

Your mouth was dry, a bitter metallic taste sitting in the back of your throat. The adrenaline distracted you from the pains shooting up your small leg from your sprained ankle.

If you stopped, you would die too.

You notice your arms were covered in small cuts and scrapes from moving branches out of your eyesight and occasionally tripping on rocks. They stung, but the blood was beginning to dry and stick to your skin. Your eyes are hot and puffy. Your cheeks are stained with dirt and dried tears. All that escaped your lips was low hoarse words. You'd been yelling for help for so long that now your vocal chords were shot. Your ears were still ringing from the deafening shot of the gun. It was just white silence. You could barely hear the ragged breaths you were taking. Soon, sprinting turned to running. Running, jogging. Jogging, fast walking. Walking. . .still. You stood there, head spinning, vision beginning to blur, all light fading into patches of darkness. All of your senses began to fade.

"Help. Please"

You pleaded one last time with the last bit of strength you could muster. You fell to your knees, exhausted and then- darkness.

***

"What do you think y/n?"

You awaken, dazed and confused. Your mouth was dry and your eyelids felt heavy. You use your sleeve to wipe away any residual tears that had fallen moments prior. You shut your eyes and rub them harshly to focus your eyes. They blur for a moment, but soon everything is clear again. You swallow hard to get the lump that had formed at the back of your throat down.

It's been a long time since you've had those dreams about him or nightmares, you should say. Especially ones that make you so emotional. You weren't one to get emotional or cry often. That was almost ten years ago. You were just a kid when it happened, no more than eight years old. The nightmares started off in just pieces of hazy memories. As you got older, they became more fleshed out and vivid. It had been over a year or so since the last time he appeared in one of your dreams. But why were they starting again now and why did it feel so real?

You're in a truck and your mom is driving. You're sitting in the passenger seat beside her with your head leaned against the cold window. You feel movement down on your lap. A small paw stretches itself out against your thigh. Small green look up at you in annoyance. Typical for a cat. You've heard stories of cats being so in tune with their people that they can sense when something is off. Their cats would come to their aid in a time of need. That doesn't seem to happen to you. Not right now anyways. You understand though, as you don't like to be suddenly woken up either. You pet them gently to lull them back to sleep.

"Sorry, I passed out. What did ya say, Mom? "

"About the town, y/n. It's kind of cute isn't it?"

You look out the window as you pass by a sign that reads "NOCKFELL" in bold lettering. You roll down your window. The weather outside was cold and humid. The skies were gloomy and filled with heavy dark clouds. The landscape was mostly grassy, seeing as this was the east coast. It's very different from where you grew up. California was almost always sunny. Dark gloomy days like this were scarce. There was no one to be seen outside either. Understandable seeing as it looked like it was going to rain and soon. You loved the smell of fresh rain.