Nightmares | Sethos x Fem!Reader

Chapter 11

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It's horrible.

My current situation.

I'm... fully aware that I'm dreaming, but I can't wake up. All I can do is wait until something happens. I know what I'm bound to see if I start walking around. The flowers under my feet are blooming to their fullest, but a few meters away from me, in all directions, everything's just dead and sorrow.

I keep on hitting myself, but don't wake up, the pain I'm feeling not fading. 

I keep on trying to scream, but no sound escapes my throat.

I keep on looking for something around me, anything that I could be missing.

But there is nothing. Nothing I can do. Why can't I just die? Just stop feeling what I'm feeling? Why am I so... hopeless? I kneel onto the soft grass, the dark, red sky creating an immense pressure, despite the flowers beneath me. I pick one from the ground, twirling it between my fingers.

It looks so alive. So pretty. So perfect. Wanted and loved by everyone. I feel more and more worthless with every second I look at the yellow, white and purple pansies. 

I slowly stand up, and discard the flower in my hand aside, taking shaky steps. The further I go, the more flowers are tainted with blood, the fresh liquid glistening in a light, that I'm not sure where it comes from. There is no sun, no clouds, just... a deep crimson.

After what feels like hours, the body of a particular someone is in sight, making me feel sick to the stomach. But I have no choice. I no longer control the steps I take. It's as if a force far from human understanding draws me closer to the body. To him.

Is it my feelings? My devotion to him? The unbearably painful one-sided love? The fear of losing him even after death? My mind swirls with unanswered questions. The field seems to tilt more, the closer I get.

Just a few more steps... A few more meters... Until I suddenly feel something tugging at my ankles, restraining my unconscious movement. Dread washes over me, as thorns spike into my skin, my scarlet blood flowing down my bare feet.

I try to pull one foot away, only causing the familiar vines to tighten its grip on me. The thorns seem to emit some kind of poison, making me feel weak and tired. But the pain doesn't seem to subside at all. It only gets worse. 

Not even a few centimeters away from reaching Sethos, my legs give in, and I fall to my knees. I feel the vines snaking around my body, the thorns demolishing my skin everywhere they could. The pain felt so real, and it was so much.

Reaching out, only a small gap separated my fingers from Sethos' skin. I was getting desperate, when all of a sudden, one of the vines stab through my chest, and finally, a deafening scream leaves my quivering lips. 

I feel the vines twist and turn in my body, the spiky thorns piercing me from the inside. One of them slowly snakes around my throat, silencing my pained cries. Unexpectedly, all the vines pull out of my body with sheer force, leaving my weakly twitching body to slump down, my head resting on Sethos'  bloodstained, ruined chest. 

Is this my fate? Will it always end like this? I think, finally passing out, finally dying, bound to eternally rest next to my love. A sense of peace washes over me as I succumb to the darkness blurring my vision.

As my eyes snap open, I feel cold sweat all over my body. I sit up, not able to calm my frantic breathing. My head feels like it's about to burst, and I faintly register my hand holding it. My vision is so blurry, everything is about to just black out completely.