5SOS Imagines

Luke - Demon AU

Author: Rhine

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You were drowning.

You could feel the bubbles of air leaving your lips, bursting out of your lips and trailing above you as you sank deeper and deeper into the cold depths, the last trails of oxygen leaving your lungs in a futile attempt to breathe. 

You clawed the water around you, desperately trying to fight your way back up to the light just above you; to the sunlight, to the air that was just above the surface, that was just above you.

But something had a grip on you, something that was stronger than you, something that twisted around your ankle, pulling you down faster than you can claw your way up.

You screamed, but all that left your mouth were bubbles of air that found their way to freedom; your screams muffled and swallowed by the water around you, almost as if it had never existed in the first place.

The water rushed into your eyes and your nose and your mouth and it found a way into your system and it flooded you; it flooded you with fear and hysteria and all you could do was open your mouth and let the ocean swallow you whole.

Before you let the ocean claim you as its own, you look down at the dark abyss beneath you; your final resting place.

It might’ve just been your imagination or a trick of the light, but you think you see a flash of light blue - clear as the sky - somewhere below you.

But it disappears and you descend into a void of black nothingness.

And you became a part of it.

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You haven’t been able to sleep since. 

Not after that nightmare that you had a few days ago, the one where you were drowning, where you died. 

You told yourself that it was just a dream, that it was just your subconscious and that you had nothing to fear - but that didn’t stop you from shaking every time the clock ticked closer to midnight.

It felt so real. 

You remember the water all too clearly filling up your lungs, the desperate hysteria in which you clawed the water around you, only to be dragged down. You remember how the water clogged your throat and swallowed you whole; how you became a part of the dark depths underneath you.

You can’t shake off the fear from the nightmare.

And it was silly, really. It was just a dream and you should’ve moved on from it by now and you shouldn’t of let it bother you as much as it did.

But then you remember the darkness the engulfed you moments afterwards and how you floated - how you didn’t wake up with a start in your bedroom, how you drowned and you felt your body shut down for a few minutes before finally waking up.

How you woke up feeling drowned and parched at the same time, sweating and wide-eyed at four in the morning like you just came back from the dead.

And maybe you did.

You were so scared of sleeping - and for the first few days, you got away with it. 

That is, until your body thought otherwise. Your mind finally surrendered to sleep; fitful nights full of uncomfortable tossing and turning and waking up several times in the night that made you feel worse than not sleeping at all.

And the cryptic dreams didn’t make you feel any better.

They were the same every time - flashes and cuts of scenes that changed too quickly for you to decipher their meaning properly, but left you shaken all the same.