Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

♡︎visions

She pressed it against his soft, messy hair. She ran her hands through it and kissed it softly as he stayed quiet.

"You always hated when I touched your hair, yet how could I not? it's so incredibly soft." She whispered quietly.

She checked once more to see if they're there. Once more for reassurance. One for him, one for her.

"It hurts me to do this." She pressed in the trigger and heard the loud, ear piercing sound.

"I'm so sorry." She let a tear fall down her face, her tear stained face.

She placed it on her hair, covered in his blood. But what would that matter? His head was already on the walls and her shirt and face.

As she placed it on her head, she watched as the thick, red liquid pooled around them both on the hardwood floors. It continued to spread as she watched, staining.

"See, I'll do it too!" She cried and pressed in the trigger as everything went black and she saw him again.

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"I'm sorry!" She exclaimed, rocking back and forth in a ball in the bathroom. Insane, mental, crazy, loca, whatever you want to call her, it's what she is. She memorized her movements. She memorized everything she said in these awful visions. She always had a gift, but unfortunately this time she didn't consider it a gift. She considered it torture, seeing how her boyfriend dies.

He doesn't know about the visions, her depression, anxiety, he only knows one thing. She has a secret.

"I'm sorry," She whispered once again. She let her tears stream down her face.

"Babe," She heard his voice distantly say. She wanted to touch him, and talk to him again.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" She whispered and she was violently shaken.

"Babe! Jesus, are you alright?" Dally said and turned her body to face him. He stared at her with incredible confusion, as she was dazed in and out of consciousness.

She looked at him when she finally noticed, and reached her hands up carefully.

"Oh my god-" She whispered and reached for the side of his head that she shot him. This was the first time he had caught her out of one of her visions.

He dodged her hand and led it down back to her lap, "What are you doing? You know I don't like you touching my hair."

"I'm sorry," She whispered again and turned away.

"Quit saying that- are you high?" He asked as he pulled her up from the floor she was rocking on.

He gripped her jaw to look at him and forced her to make eye contact with him, trying to figure out what was wrong. He looked at her eyes, they weren't fully dilated, they were normal, her eyes were glossy because she was crying, so that gave him no luck. He opened her mouth and searched but found nothing, so he went and got her a glass of water and gave it to her.

"Hun, I'm not on drugs." She said and took a sip from the water.

"Then what are you on? I find you sitting on your living room floor staring at a wall for 30 fuckin' minutes whispering 'I'm sorry' over and over. What is the matter?" He swore and approached her and she started shaking.

"Oh hell, I ain't gonna hurt you. I'd never do a thing like that to you." He carefully took the water out of her hands and wrapped her in a hug.

"You want to tell me what's wrong?" He whispered and she shook her head and he nodded.

"Is it your secret?"

She nodded and he did too. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and led them to the couch and carefully sat down. He flicked on the TV and she shoved her face into his chest.