5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Ashton Halloween Imagine

Note: not my picture @_cashton_ on IG for them.
I wake covered in sweat. My skin is on fire and my mind run ragged from the nightmare that shocked me into waking up. All I can remember is amber eyes. I feel a cold breeze hit my skin and I see that my bedroom window is open, the curtains blowing around in the late night air. I don't remember leaving it open. The thing has been stuck for weeks.

Climbing out of bed, I close it and lock it, securing it in place, before walking to the bathroom to douse water on my face. I need to cool down and calm myself down, before I can even consider getting back into bed to sleep.

I turn the lights off in my room, crawling back into the safety of my covers, and I close my eyes to welcome peaceful sleep. I'm startled awake by something falling in my room. It sounds like my chair, the wood hitting the floor with a thud, and I'm too scared to look around me to the cause of the sound. A chair doesn't just fall over.

I cautiously peak out from under my covers, seeing my chair on its back, and I feel my breathing go ragged with panic. Something moves in the shadows by my door, fast and like lightening, and I close my eyes to feign sleep. If I'm asleep, they won't bother me, right?

I try to settle my breathing, needing it to seem normal given my state, but it hitches when I feel someone - or something - nearing me. Their breathing is deep and harsh, not helping me to relax. What feels like a finger nail strokes the side of my face, causing me to flinch and screw my eyes shut tighter.

"Wakey, wakey."

Like I'm under some kind of spell, I do as he commands, slowly opening my eyes to stare into the pure, bright amber of my intruder. He smiles down at me, a soft and secret smile - like he is withholding plenty of information - and he pushes his tousled, golden locks back from his forehead.

"It's you."

I gasp. The person in my dreams is right here in front of me. If this goes anything like my dream, I doubt I'll be waking up.

"It is indeed, sweetheart."

He slowly licks his lips, his threatening aura he is giving off causes me to panic, and I have to force my tears to stay away. What does he want?

"I need you to do something for me."

Had I spoken aloud? I hadn't realised. I force myself to deny his command, but I willingly accept, and he smiles in triumph. He offers me his hand, helping me from my bed, and stands me up in front of him. He gazes at me in desire, making me feel uncomfortable, but I'm powerless against him.

He hands me a long blade, the handle heavy, and the metal cold. I look up at him in confusion, not knowing what he wants me to do, and I don't think I want to do it. He doesn't speak, he doesn't tell me what to do, but my body seems to react to his unspoken commands.

My hands slowly handle the blade, angling it in the moonlight, and turn it to face myself with my hands grasping the blade towards my stomach. A single, hot tear falls from my eye and I can't stop myself from what I'm doing, no matter how hard I try. He smiles sadistically at me, the thrill he is getting over someone so powerless is exciting for him, and I'm helpless.

"No."

I shake my head, muttering defiance, but he just laughs a cold, cruel laugh. The sound chills my blood as my hands edge the blade closer to myself and I can't put up a fight. My hands then force the blade into my stomach, puncturing the flesh, and the blood flows from the wound all over my hands and floor. I begin to choke on my own blood, feeling it pour down my chin, and I cough and splutter in agony.

I fall to the floor as he watches me land at his feet, not making a move to help me as he was the one that caused this. I feel my sight blurring, his image becoming distorted, and he leans down to kiss my bloody lips.

He thanks me, I'm unsure what for, and he leaves me there to be engulfed by my own darkness.