Bite the Bullet || Polly Gray x reader oneshots

A Restless Sleep

So this oneshot is based off a nightmare I ended up having about Polly a couple days ago which I will not be recreating in this chapter. The nightmare I had was a lot worse than the one depicted here but I'm still going to put a tw for blood, death, and a panic attack(???). Anywho--I hope you enjoy it! Ily guys and thank you so much for over 1k reads<3333

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Run. That's all you could think of. Run as far and as fast as possible. Only it wasn't you that thought it. Another voice rang through your head as your feet moved faster. She yelled at you, telling you to go, save yourself, she'll be fine. Polly.

That was the only name that was on your mind at the moment. She was telling you this. She was in danger. She was going to die.

Your feet stopped but everything around you kept moving, your head spinning around and around like a carousel. You tried walking, stumbling back in your paces as you tried to find her. What was wrong with you? You felt drunk. Like everything was running circles around you. Your breathing sped up as every anxiety filled your chest and head with thoughts of what could've happened to her. I can't lose her. I can't.

Your chest felt like it was on fire, yelling, calling out for your darling Polly, but no sound fell from your lips. A silent scream echoed through you as you tried to yell her name again. But still, you had no voice.

Tears began welling in your eyes, a thousand bees stinging as you broke down. Where is she? Your hands clawed at your hair, nails raking at your skin and eyes. This is all my fault.

But when you opened your eyes, the world was still. The trees and water, plants and grass no longer ran around you, laughing and mocking your demise. Instead, everything around you crumbled into ashes and cinders. Smoke billowed from the dead trees, the aftermath of a war apparent in your situation.

Thick smog filled your lungs as you tried to take a steadying breath, the feeling of something wet on your forehead distracting you. There was no rain. And when you lifted your hand to wipe it off, you smeared it instead. Your eyes, deep and sunken into your sockets, looked up in confusion. Bringing your hand back down, it was only then you realized that they were covered in blood. You checked everywhere on you for a wound, but there was nothing. Blood smeared itself on your cheek and neck, handprints making themselves at home on your cold and shaking body, and when you looked down she was there.

No, no, no, no! Your hands grasped at her clothing, trying to find the source of the bleeding. No sound but her ragged breathing filled your ears as tears streamed from your eyes, making trails along the blood stains engraved into your cheeks. No, no, no, please don't leave me, you can't, not so soon!

More and more blood dripped from your forehead, pooling in the palms of your hands as you sobbed, clinging to her bloody form. Your arms felt as if they had gone limp, unable to pick her up and drag her to safety. So instead, you sat there, holding her tattered and bruised body to your chest as the life drained from her face.

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The sound of a voice and the feeling of a soft hand on your shoulder was enough to jolt you awake. 

"Darling, wake up, you're having a nightmare."

Who was that? Where am I? Where's Polly? She can't be gone, God, please don't take her from me.

The voice, raspy from sleep, filled your ears again, repeating its previous words. "Darling, wake up."

Your eyes blink, the realization that you were just in a seared meadow, surrounded by burnt trees and covered in blood fills your memory. Your hands are slick with sweat, mimicking the very blood from your dream. The sudden adrenaline rush you got was overwhelming as tears fell, dampening the dried ones on your cheeks.