(Heya so this features a nightmare I used to have so enjoy also, can be very triggering so just a warning! ⚠️⚠️⚠️)
(Rachel's POV)
"Go ahead, explain the dream to me." Rick said as he slowed to a red light.
"Well" I paused thinking about the dream again.
(Dream Pov)
I was standing in my driveway staring at the concrete of my childhood home and playing with the ants as I was in my child body. I watched the ants crawl across the driveway when I heard a loud noise. I looked up and a military type helicopter flew down and landed almost in front of me. 6 figures filed out of the helicopter, 2 of them stood in front of me and the others ran into the house. I stood still as one of the guys in front of me pointed a gun at me. I tried to scream but nothing came out. I looked at the door as bags were being dragged out, body sized bags... I looked back at the man in front of me and watched as it turned to a 3rd person POV and he shot me. My now lifeless body falling to the ground and being thrown in a bag. They took me back into the helicopter then the helicopter left. I looked down at the ground where my feet would be but I saw nothing... knowing I had died and rolled up in a ball and cried. The area around me when pitch black and a figure appeared in front of me. This time identifiable as my mum.
"Wake up Rachel, Come on Rachel you have to wake up."
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Sweet as honey bunches || Narrator x Reader
FanficHi, I'm Rachel Smith. I never knew who he was, I just met him one day when I visited America. More specifically, Texas. But I guess we've been friends since, I haven't minded the friendship as he's too caring for anyone's own good. You might be aski...
