ethan dolan imagines

werewolf//three

you might have to reread the paragraphs in order to understand what's going on oops. i tried to make it easier to understand but here it goes.

Your POV
blackness. that's all i see. no light. nothing...but i can hear faint noises. small murmurs that sound like the wind whistling in your ears.

things run in my mind like someone was talking. talking in such a tone that showed utter pity and sorrow. i'm so sorry it spoke repeating itself over and over.

i'm sorry.

i'm sorry.

i'm-

it interrupts with small sobs, guilt heard in the sobs. i feel my head pounding, my breath heaving like i'm in a bad dream. it feels like a bad dream. i feel like i'm flying, weightless, yet falling down a never ending darkness. i feel my eyes harden as if i was about to cry. flashbacks interrupt my never ending fall.

ethan. morphed into something else. something sinister to a human eye...fantasy that i felt too dumb to point out what it was. the visions make my head hurt.

but then more flashbacks. a wolf, but my thoughts told me it was ethan. but it's a wolf, not ethan? why am i thinking this way. eyes of the creature, ethan?

i feel myself cry, but nothing comes out.

where am i? same forest? and i'm staring at a creature...no ethan...it's a creature.

ethan.

this dream is creating a migraine. it's a nightmare. my souls left my body at this moment, my fright scaring it away. i went cold staring at the creature. no it's ethan. wolf.

the cold air his my skin sending chills down my spine. i feel my arms shake violently. panicking. my eyes glossy yet nothing fucking comes out.

then i open my eyes in a snap. i'm in my room but the air was thick, tense. my cheeks wet with salty tears. i didn't realize i was crying in my sleep.

there was a hand on my shoulder.

a hand on my shoulder-

i scream from knowing there was someone in my room. it was night, but i see a shadow casted by the moonlight.

i shove the hand away and back away till i hit the headboard of the bed.

"shh..." it, well he (since it was a masculine recognizable voice) spoke. my scream stopped in an instant but my frightened eyes poured tears down my cheeks and my breathing heaved louder than anything.

"it's ethan," his voice cracked. "it's-shhhh."

his hand (which is warm all the time) lay on my cheek to wipe the tears. i pull away from him, surprisingly frightened of him. i'm literally frightened of ethan for no reason.

well...some reason.

my chest rose up and down at an incredibly fast pace, making my head dizzy. "drink water," he spoke at a calming tone as he reaches towards the bedside table to grab a glass of water he must've left before i wake.

my eyes feel swollen from the amount of tears fleeing my eyes, i sip the water he hands to me but i never lost my gaze from ethan's eyes. those eyes...they remind me of the nightmare...nightmare?

was it?

"why are you here?" i say bluntly at him since it seems law at night. i stare at the clock, 3am. "what the hell happened?" i say feeling my head since it was aching. he hand reaches for my head to but i slap it away, confused on why i'm so afraid of him. I'm looking at him like he's some monster a little kid would fear would be living under their bed at night.