VILLAINESS [TWD]

𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖘

"dad says giving up dreams is just a sign i'm getting older.."

i place my chin in the palms of my hand. "that's kinda dark."

"it's a direct quote," beth defends.

"still." i shrug.

"do you think dreams are bad?" she wonders.

i pick up the guitar pick that was laying on the table. "sometimes. i had bad dreams after uncle johnny died."

"really?"

"yeah.. matt said they were called 'nightmares'."

"were they really bad?"

i hum a little. "i dreamed that it was daddy dying instead. sometimes, it was me dying. sometimes.. uncle johnny lived and it was good."

"dreams.. they gotta mean something more, right? i mean.. dad says that they're just movies that play while we sleep. but, they've gotta have a deeper meaning."

i blink and see a bullet wound in beth's head. i gasp and it's gone and she's fine.

"we dream about what happens to us, right?" she continues.

shaken, i hardly hear her. i nod, regardless. 

i look down at the guitar pick. 

"and there's different names for them. dreams, nightmares.. they're important," beth says.

important, i repeat in my head.

i close my eyes.

michelle's head exploding from the gun i fired. 

i sit up right and clear my throat.

"ellie?" beth asks. "are you okay?"

beth looked fine. perfectly normal. what was happening? where am i?

anxious, i look around the room.

"negan."

my head snaps to look at beth. "what?"

"negan," she repeats.

i scoot my chair back and ease to the edge of my seat. i was ready to run. from what? i had no clue.

"negan's going to take everything from you."

"stop," i plead.

i stand up only to fall back to the ground. my legs were tied. my hands were bound. i was back in that room that paula put me in. beth was gone.

voices begin echoing in the empty room.

"blood's coming."

"negan."

"you're dead."

"negan."

"they always come back."

"negan."

"you're gonna lose everything."

"negan."

"you have no idea what's coming for you."

the voice screams. "negan!"