Jeffrey Dean Morgan Imagines ~on hold~

♡ Nightmares ~ JDM ♡

~ Trigger Warning: Guns ~

I come to, and notice I'm strapped down. My head is pounding, I can feel the blood rush with every heartbeat. A man, with a face shrouded in shadow and an attire almost as insidious, regards me as I attempt to gain control of my consciousness.

"Who... Are you...?" I manage to sputter out, the words stammering over my limp jaw. The man laughs and walks forward into the light. I see he's wearing a mask, which is why his face appeared blank in the shadows. 

His voice full of poison, he says to me, "Who I am does not matter. It is you that matters, and when I'm done, you're going to wish that you had never known the things you do." My head is reeling, and I can hardly form a coherent thought, let alone a proper response. I attempt to ask another question, but all that I utter is total nonsense.

The man leaves the room. I lay there, strapped to the table, for an ungodly, insurmountable period of time. As my head clears I try to keep track of the passing seconds, minutes, hours, but to no avail. Finally, the door creaks open. The man is back, but he's brought with him some company. A woman, gagged and tied, is pushed roughly into the room and falls noisily onto the cold floor. I recognize the face in an instant, she's a friend of mine, not a very close one. The man sets about tying her into a chair and puts her at gunpoint before turning to me.

"If you want your friend to live, I have a deal for you. Tell me where it is hidden, and you, your friends, and your family will be released." His cold voice and emphasis on whatever item it is leads to a very sinister chill up my back.

"Let her go!" I shout panicking. "I have no idea what you're looking for!"

The man shakes his head and out comes a small tsk noise. "That's a right shame. I was hoping we could do this the easy way..." Before I can say another word, he pulls the trigger, and my friend goes limp. I scream out in fear and anger as the man leaves the room again.

Time and time again he comes and goes, his torture methods quite ingenious. I watch friends and family alike fall to his cruel punishment, be it by gun or electricity, bleeding out, or poison. And all the while, I am forced to sit there watching. Closing my eyes didn't block out the sound of my sibling screaming, the iron scent of blood in the air. There's nothing I can do to help them, I haven't a clue what he wants from me.

One day, the man has a different air about him. By this point, weeks have passed, and I've lost almost everyone I care about. On the brink of insanity, and beyond the point of words and coherent emotion, I've become all but unresponsive to his methods, preferring to suffer in silence. But this time, he's got something else planned. He binds me in a position with my arm outstretched, only fingers able to move, and puts a gun in my hand. In front of me, with the barrel of a gun pressed to her forehead, is my darling mother, tears glistening on her cheeks. I let out a small whimper of pain, and the man laughs his cold, hard laugh.

"This is your last chance. If you do not tell me where it is, your friends and family will all be dead and you will be returned to the outside world with the knowledge that it is you that caused their suffering."

"I don't know anything, I've told you!" I plea desperately.

The man turns toward me for the last time. "I've had enough of this. You will not tell me, and so you will be the one to end her life."

A jolt of electricity shoots through my arm, and my finger pulls the trigger.

I immediately sit up in a cold sweat, I look around me noticing that I am in my bedroom, I look next to me to see my husband sleeping soundly. I stand up walking to our joined bathroom. My dreams, or nightmares I would say, are usually not like this but recently they've been getting worse, I can remember every detail, every sound, it's haunting. 

I shut the door and turn on the light going to the sink and I splash my face with some cold water trying to calm myself down and taking a few deep breaths. 'It was just a dream, it was just a dream'  I say to myself in my head over and over again. I've never had this bad of a nightmare, it just keeps sticking with me. Once I calm down I shut off the bathroom light and open the bathroom door to see the light on in the bedroom and my husband sitting up looking at me. 

"Hey, are you okay?" He looks a little nervous.

"Oh uh yeah I'm fine" I smile at him.

"Darlin, tell me the truth, was it another nightmare?" I nod looking at him getting a little teary-eyed thinking about my family and my mom, how it felt when the gun went off. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I wipe my eyes a bit and I take a deep breath. "I was strapped down, a man was hurting my family." I shivered a bit. "I-It was me, and It felt real when the gun went off..." I wipe my eyes hugging myself. "It felt too real." I look at him with tears in my eyes. 

He pats the bed next to him. "Come back to bed."

I get back into bed next to him sitting up. "These dreams are getting to you huh?" 

"This one is the worst I've had, the sounds, the smells, it felt like I was there for weeks!" I look into his eyes. "It just scared me." 

He holds my hand holding it to his chest. "It's okay darlin how about we sleep in a bit and we can make breakfast with each other? Maybe that will get your mind off of it in the morning." He smiles looking down at my ring and then looking back up into my eyes, making my heart flutter.

"Let's go back to bed now hun, and I will be right here all night." He leans in and kisses me, that spark still being there from the first time we kissed. He pulled back smiling and then shut off the lights holding me close to his chest as we fall asleep together.