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weaving nightmares (tw)

(TW: BLOOD, GUNS, VIOLENCE, BAD THINGS IN GENERAL)

the nightmare in kiittykat's (i cant spell there user correctly) oneshot series Raging Insomatic. (YOU BETTER CHECK IT OUT IS SO GOOD AND SAD AND ANGSTY AND PERFECT) ( i made sure to dm them for perms so dont come at me!)

and bit of tayvis at the end I wrote for fun.

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The nightmare began innocently enough, at my friend's house, where she was hosting a lively party. Laughter filled the air as we mingled with other guests, sipping drinks and relishing in each other's company.

But then, in an instant, chaos descended. The sound of shattering glass shattered the jovial atmosphere, sending a chill down my spine as I instinctively recoiled. Panic gripped me as I watched in horror as a window was flung open, allowing a rush of cold air to invade the room.

And then, the unthinkable happened. Gunshots echoed through the room, each one like a dagger to my heart. I stood frozen in place, unable to move as the scene before me unfolded like a nightmare. Bodies fell to the ground, their lifeless forms sprawled across the floor, blood staining the once pristine carpet in dark, glistening pools.

The cacophony of screams and cries filled the air, a haunting symphony of despair that pierced through my very soul. I felt a sharp pain in my back, and as I looked down, I saw blood seeping from a wound, staining my clothes crimson. The world spun around me, and I collapsed to the ground, overwhelmed by the sheer horror of it all.

Through tear-blurred eyes, I surveyed the carnage around me, my heart heavy with guilt and grief. My friends, once full of life and laughter, now lay motionless, their faces frozen in eternal agony. And in that moment of despair, I couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of responsibility that weighed heavily upon me. Somehow, someway, I couldn't help but feel that it was all my fault.

As I fell through the floorboards, the ground beneath me gave way, and suddenly I found myself standing in front of a quaint London pub. Dread washed over me as I realized where I was.

The Black Dog Pub.

My heart pounded in my chest as I struggled to catch my breath. I scanned the dimly lit interior, my eyes searching desperately for any sign of him. And then, there he was, sitting at the bar with a brunette girl. Her green eyes sparkled in the dim light, her perfect figure and freckled complexion drawing my attention like a magnet.

I felt a sharp pang in my chest as I watched them, my heart sinking like a stone. Travis, the man I thought was different, was buying her drinks, laughing and chatting with her as if I didn't even exist. It was as if my worst fears had been realized right before my eyes, and I couldn't bear to look any longer.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I stumbled back from the window, my hands shaking with a mixture of anger and heartbreak. Without a second thought, I turned and ran, the cobblestone streets of London blurring past me in a blur of tears and bloodstained memories.

Every step felt like a knife twisting in my chest, the pain of betrayal cutting deep into my soul. I had trusted him, believed in him, only to be left broken and alone in the wake of his betrayal. And as I ran through the deserted streets of London, my only solace was the steady rhythm of my own heartbeat, a constant reminder of the pain that now consumed me.

As I fled down the street, the pavement beneath my feet seemed to crumble away, and I plummeted into a cage surrounded by a frenzied crowd. Their faces were obscured by a sea of cameras and phones, capturing my every move as if I were some spectacle to be gawked at.

Their voices rose in a cacophony of chants and screams, their demands incomprehensible as they rattled the cage, their excitement palpable. I felt like a trapped animal, powerless and vulnerable as their jeers pierced through me.

I curled into myself, tears streaming down my face as their mocking laughter echoed around me. Their cruel words cut like knives, each insult a dagger to my already wounded soul.

And then, as if things couldn't get any worse, the cage began to fill with snakes. They slithered around me, their cold, scaly bodies sending shivers down my spine as the crowd erupted into even more laughter. I frantically tried to fend them off, my heart pounding with fear and desperation as I searched for any means of escape.

But the snakes seemed to multiply with each passing moment, their venomous hisses mingling with the raucous laughter of the crowd. Trapped in a cage of my own nightmares, I could only pray for it to end.

...

I awoke with a jolt, my heart racing, and the remnants of my nightmare still clinging to my consciousness like a stubborn fog. The room was shrouded in darkness, save for the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. Travis lay beside me, he looked dumbfounded and confused when he saw he awake at this hour.

As my panicked gaze met his, he must have sensed the fear etched across my face. Without a word, he drew me into his arms, enveloping me in his warmth and security. His touch was grounding, anchoring me to the present moment amidst the chaos of my thoughts.

"tay, it's okay," he murmured soothingly, his voice a calming balm against the storm raging inside me. His steady hand traced comforting circles on my back, guiding me back to the realm of calm.

I struggled to regain control of my trembling body, each shuddering breath a battle against the suffocating grip of fear. Travis remained a steadfast presence by my side, his unwavering support a lifeline in the darkness.

Sensing my need for solace, Travis gently lifted me from the bed and led me to the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the room as he prepared a warm bath, infusing it with Epsom salts to soothe my frayed nerves.

"Here, maybe this will help ease your shaking," he offered softly, his voice a comforting reassurance in the midst of my turmoil. With gentle hands, he undressed me, his touch tender and caring as he guided me into the calming embrace of the bath.

As the warm water enveloped me, I felt the tension begin to melt away, replaced by a sense of serenity and peace. Travis washed away the remnants of my distress, his careful ministrations a testament to his unwavering devotion.

Once the bath was complete, Travis dried me off and dressed me in fresh pajamas, his actions imbued with a tenderness that spoke volumes of his love and concern. Returning to bed, he held me close, his comforting embrace a shield against the nightmares that haunted my sleep.

With a soft kiss to my forehead, we drifted off to sleep, entwined in each other's arms.

"so they set my life in flames

i regret to say

Do you believe me know?"

- Cassandra, taylor swift