John Kramer imagines (book 2)

breathe for me

Amanda left me to die. It got so out of hand, it all hit peak and now I was alone, unable to move, the rain pointed down as I lay inside a muddy ditch, my body aching, cuts and bruises scattered over my face, my arms, legs, hips. I looked up at the sky, as the rain fell on my already drenched body, I was in agony. I'd been laying here for hours, in the woods. I didn't even know how I was alive, but I'd somehow survived this. "Y/n!" I heard John's voice, relief flooded through me, but I was too weak to even speak, I flinched, as I held onto my arm, I didn't know how much more of this I could take. "John!" I called out, my voice cracked as I finally sat up, my head was pounding and it made me feel dizzy. "Fucking hell, y/n." He pulled me into his arms, pain in his face. "I'm okay." I whispered, "She left you here to die, y/n. She beat you and left you here to rot. It's not okay." He pulled me up, as he carried me towards his car, I felt so dizzy, I was absolutely exhausted. "Get some sleep, sweetheart. I'll get you home safe. You're with me." He kissed my forehead, as he got me into the car, I was so relieved to be with him, he always found me in the end and I loved him for that. When I woke up, I felt warmth, I was very achy, my head hurt and I felt confused. "John?" I whispered. "I'm here, love. How do you feel?" He asked, "I'm not cold anymore." He smiled a little, "Good." He watched me, as he held my hand. "Your wrist was broken."

"I thought so." I whispered, as he sighed gently. "You're lucky to be alive. I had to stitch you up.. a lot of injuries. Bruises.. cuts. Stab wounds. I couldn't believe it myself." He was angry, I could see it. "John, it's okay." I kiss his hand, as he nodded. "I'll make her suffer for this, y/n. I will not stop." I gently touch his face, "No, I don't want this. Just let it go." He watched my eyes, "I thought you died, y/n. I spent all night searching for you and I- it broke me. I didn't want to find your body." I close my eyes, as I shifted slightly. "Are you okay?" He asked, panicked. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine." I grip his hand, I look across at him. "I love you, John. I love you so much." I told him, he kissed my forehead. "I love you more. Rest. For me." I lean forward, pecking his lips as he smiled. "Get some sleep, darling."

He was all I needed.