𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒚 ||Thomas x reader|| 𝓣𝓜𝓡

007- Dream come true?

          I struggle against masked figures which tightly grip onto me, fingers harshly pressing into my skin. The feeling of helplessness overwhelms me, all my strength seems to have been drained from my body. My eyes begin to droop, so low my vision depletes to nothing but a small sliver. I fight to hold on to consciousness.

"Take anything you want from us. But leave her alone!" A female voice screams, her figure is blurry, as if she's been censored from my vision. I hear her just barely, she seems far way, voice unclear as if she's underwater.

"She is what we want." The deep distorted voice responds.

The image suddenly winds and unwinds, flashes of blinding lights dance around, voices speak, but none make any sense. Murmurs of dozens overlap each other, sounds and faces flash throughout my mind, each unique, yet I can not make out a single one.

The image clears once more, I hold a phone in my hand, my fingertips tremble, barely grazing over the buttons.

I'm nervous, hesitant, and scared.

"Y/n." A voice breaks the tension.

My eyes snap upwards, to see a boy. He's on the other side of a futuristic clear screen, bright blue font splaying across it. Once again his face is censored, blurry, as if someone doesn't want me to see him. His voice is familiar, his figure even more so. I know him, the memory is fighting to break itself free, at the tip of my mind yet I can't reach it.

"Its okay, we're doing the right thing." his voice is filled with so much reassurance I find myself with no other option but to believe him.

"Yeah- yeah I know." My voice comes out breathy, shaky, like what I'm about to do holds great significance.

I dial a phone number.

The image blurs once more, the overwhelming flashes, voices, and faces overriding my brain.

"Wicked is good." I finally make out a voice within the mesh of a thousand others.

I feel as if my head is on the verge of exploding, a searing pain spreading throughout. Just as I feel I can't take it anymore another image presents itself.

I can't breath.

My eyes shoot open, hands banging desperately on the glass in front of me. My hands are slowed down by the resistance of the water surrounding me.

On the other side of the glass a masked figure holds back the blurry faced boy, his mouth is moving, but I can't make out what he's saying. I can tell by his body language that he's desperate. He fights against the figures hold, managing to break one arm free, which reaches out towards me.

If I was in air, I would be sobbing, but my tears only mix in with the liquid around me.

I attempt a breath in, but water fills my lungs rather than oxygen, my chest stinging and spasming.

I find the strength to lay my palm against the glass, just before my vision ceases.

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I shoot up from my mattress with a gasp, sweat beading across my forehead, my hair sticks to it uncomfortably, one hand comes up to my throat clutching it, I can almost feel the water in my lungs. I take in greedy breaths of air, suddenly grateful that oxygen exists.

What the hell was that?

That wasn't a normal nightmare, it felt too real, like a memory.