DC One Shot And Imagines II

Helena Bertinelli- Nightmare (c)

You jumped up as quickly as you could, startled by the thrashing and screaming from beside you in the bed. You weren't certain if it was an intruder or some sort of danger, so you prepared yourself to fight whatever was causing a disturbance in the middle of the night. Luckily there was no imminent danger, no intruder or fire or anything else that was going to result in your untimely demise.

Rather than a danger, it was your girlfriend, Helena, sat up, tangled in the bedsheet and coated in a fine layer of sweat. It wasn't the first time that she had woken up to a nightmare, nor the first time she had ended up in a state from whatever images her brain had flooded with whilst she slept.

You flicked on the light so that if any of the nightmarish images were still stuck in her head, they would be more likely to disappear. Helena panted heavily, her chest heaving as she tried to settle the hell that was going on inside her mind. You wrapped an arm around her, whispering to her that you were there for her, that she was safe in bed with you, not in whatever grim scene that came back to her.

"It' going to be okay," you assured her.

You held onto her for a few moments until she was able to settle her breathing and relax into your arms for even a moment. Both of you were bleary in your sleep deprived states but you would never sleep again if it meant you could be there for your girlfriend.

"I was back there," she croaked. "It was like it was happening again."

Helena didn't need to specify. You knew that the most frequent nightmare that played on her nights was that of her family's massacre, a scene that no teenager should ever have had to have been part of. She lost everyone that she knew and loved in a matter of moments and was equally cursed and blessed to be the only survivor of the horrid scene.

"It's not happening again," you smiled softly. "It will never happen again. I will never let anything like that happen to you again. It is going to be okay."

You kept repeating the lines you knew that settled her rushing mind until she could offer you a weak smile in return, letting you know she was ready to rest her head back onto her pillow to try and get more sleep.

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Written by Charlotte.

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