bridges [h.s.]

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕩

Baby, I got a plan, run away fast as you can

***

I'm back on the bridge, everything is perfect. I'm with my family in our blue minivan. The sky is a deep blue, crystal clear skies.

The windows are rolled down, the air blowing through my hair. We're all singing along to the song on the radio.

But it doesn't last.

Suddenly, gunshots are firing at us, I turn to see my family, but it's not them.

Heather sits next me, both of her parents are in the front seats.

Where is my family?

A bullet flies between Michael's eyes, he loses control of the wheel and we begin to swerve off the bridge.

On our way down I look back at the man who shot at us, I'm met with a familiar pair of green eyes.

***

I'm shaking.

Someone is shaking me while I try to sleep.

Someone has a death wish.

"Bella! Wake the fuck up!" I hear a yell in a hushed tone, but I don't question it.

However, now I'm being shaken even harder. I swing my arm across my body to smack the soon to be deadman.

"Ow!"

Suddenly, I'm being pulled from out of the bed and to the floor.

My eyes shoot open to see Harry with his hands around my ankles. I pull my legs out of his grasp.

"What do you want?" I seethe.

"We need to get out of here," he says lowly. I shoot him a confused look. I'm about to ask him what he's talking about but I'm cut off by the sounds of gunshots.

My eyes immediately widen. Harry grabs my wrist and drags me out of the room and down the stairs.

"What's happening?" I question him as we rush around the house.

"Hey, Styles!" A loud voice stops us both in our tracks. The speaking man raises and aims his gun right towards me.

I'm stunned into place, I don't even notice when Harry let's go of me to grab his gun. Not until there is a sudden hole in the middle of his forehead. Almost identical to the one in my dream.

The man drops to the floor, dropping his gun in the process.

Harry grabs my arm once again and pulls me in the direction of what I'm hoping to be the exit.