I was driving along a dirt road, surrounded by bundles of hay and a white picket fence when my car stopped. The engine sputtered and spit, finally giving up as my Jeep went to a halt.
"You're kidding," I mutter, twisting the keys in attempt at getting it going again. It just did the same thing, failing to make any move forward.
"Whatever, I'll just walk to work," I grumbled, annoyed, snatching my wallet and phone before I slammed the door shut.
Stomping down the path, I grunted profanities, upset with the fact that I would be late to my meeting when the ground started to shake. The wind blew faster, knocking the items in my hand out of my grasp, leaving me breathless.
All of a sudden a plane crashed out of no where, just a few yards away from me, metal flying everywhere, the large scraps setting on fire.
"What the fuck is going on," I whispered. For some reason I began to walk towards the incident, something about the scene pulling me toward it. As I got closer, I saw a wallet with an I.D sticking out of it. Bending down to pick up the destroyed piece of leather, I gasped when I saw the familiar face printed on the burnt plastic. It was Shawn, my fiancé, the face of my almost to be husband distorted from the damage of the plane. A drop of blood fell from above and onto his picture. I touched it, thinking I was seeing things, but my heart dropping when it smeared, leaving the substance on my fingers.
I slowly looked up. Shawn's body was impaled, a branch of a tree stuck through the middle of his chest. A sob left my lips as more and more blood left his body, the skin around his face and neck burned.
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"Shawn!" I screamed, jolting straight up from the bed, a layer of sweat glistening on my skin, my heart beating at an irregular pace.
"Y/n? Babe, are you alright?" Shawn mumbled from beside me, my cries awaking him. He turned on the lights, eyebrows pulling together when he saw my state. I was clutching the sheets, shaking, still crying. Shawn soon realized what exactly had gone wrong, so he came behind me and pulled my body to his, rubbing my back in slow circles.
"It was just a dream, it was just a dream," he repeated, my wails soon turning into small whimpers, the realization that my Shawn was alright finally setting into place.
"Do you need some w-"
"Shawn you can't go on that flight tomorrow," I cut him off, holding his hand tight.
"What? Why?" he asked.
"I-It's just, I don't know, Shawn, I don't have a good feeling and I'm worried and I don't want you to get hurt, and my dream, oh God, my dream," I rambled, the tears coming back even stronger.
"Baby, it's a business trip, I can't just not go because you had a dream about it," he frowned, tracing circles in my palms the way he always did when I was upset.
"But Shawn, what if you get hurt! I-I can't lose you. You know my dreams are always right, and God Shawn, it was so, so scary, your body was completely-" I pleaded with him, my eyes widening when he shook his head from side to side.
"I have to go, beautiful," he sighed, "I can promise you I'll be just fine, planes are one hundred percent safe. Now go to sleep, we both have a long day ahead of us," Shawn tried reasoning with me. I slowly nodded, cuddling into his side as he turned off the lamp, the room becoming pitch black once again.
As I lay there, with Shawn's heartbeat echoing in the room, the uneasy feeling in my tummy rose. Something bad was going to happen. I could feel it. But Shawn wouldn't listen.
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we're almost at 1k ahhh im so happyy
this was super short but im gonna write a part 2 so watch out for thattttttt
but like i wanna write a book so bad because i had this dream last night and it was an amazing idea for a shawn book but i mean idk if im capable of that ha
anywho vote comment follow i love u guys peace