Nathan Prescott Imagines

A ghost in my bed

((based off previous events from my first Nathan book))

You lied down in your bed, you were home. Your actual home, miles from Arcadia Bay, miles from Blackwell, and you believed you were miles from those memories.
You stare at your dark ceiling, staring at the dumb glow in the dark star stickers you put up there when you were younger. You reached over to your bedside table and switched on the lamp,you reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out the picture of Nathan that Victoria gave you. All you can think about was that smirk and that chuckle that was dumb to you at the time, but you'd do anything to hear it again. Truth is...you blamed him a bit, if he would've hid with you instead of trying to protect you...you'd get to see his dumb face and his smile and hear his chuckle. Your frown turns into more of a scowl as you thought about it..

"You fucking idiot. Why? Why would you fucking do this to me?" you asked, wiping the tears from your eyes;you sniffled as your lip trembled. You stared at the photo harder before you shoved it back into the drawer and slammed it shut, you cut out the light and layed on your side;your back toward the wall that your bed was pushed against.
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Your eyes fluttered open and you turned in your bed, you jumped a bit startled at the figure that laid beside you. You stared as your eyes adjusted, you let out a quiet gasp
"N..Nath--"

"Shh..I'm here now, that's all that matters.." his hand reached up to tuck a strand of (y/h/c) hair behind your hair,your skin became cool as he touched you

"Why? Why did you do this to me..how could you leave me..?" you sob as you try to make out his blue eyes

"(Y/N) I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he snakes his hand into yours and holds it,the sensation of his hand isn't the same..it feels like you're holding onto nothing but cold air..you hold on tightly as you realize, "I love you." he whispers

"I love you too but..you're not..you're not.." you wipe your eyes with your free hand, "You're not real. It's nice to hear you speak again but you're not..real."

"What makes you say that?" he looks at you with kind eyes

"Because you don't feel the same. If you're real, if this is real please hold me close and don't let me go..I don't want to be away from you again. I want you with me...forever. I miss you so much.." you almost beg of him, he looks at you guiltily, a quiet sigh escapes him

"Y..you know I can't."

"Because you're not real. This is just in my head..or a dream.." you want to turn away from him but it's like you're frozen, paralyzed. Although he's not real you don't want him to go, you don't want to wake up without him

"I'm sorry (y/n) I want to help you..but--" he stops and grips your hand

"But what?" you sit there waiting for an answer, he doesn't move an inch;you look down at your hands. Your intertwined fingers are covered in blood, like the last time you held his hand. You wanted to pull your hand away but your hands seemed to be stuck together. You looked back up at him, he looked pale;his eyes were closed now..his blood began to spread onto your sheets as it poured out of his gunshot wound.
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You jolted up in your bed
"Nathan!" you called out his name, you put your head in your hands. Rembering that night..
You looked over in the bed beside you, it was like you could still see his silhouette beside you..a shadow. A ghost.