AN: So, after I watched the last episode of HI, I had this dream. In the dream, I took Abby's point of view until the very end, when she wakes up and is with Jimmy. At that point, I was observing. It was...very disturbing. I tried to put it in story form as best I could, and this is what I came up with. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. And watch for a Chloe/Cal oneshot or series at some point. I can't let my favorite characters go without a tribute! (:
Abby looked around, eyes darting between the ominous trees. Heart racing, she turned around to the sinister face of none other than John Wakefield. She screamed and lost her footing, tumbling to the ground. Just as Wakefield raised a knife above her, she was pulled from the ground by her best friend, Henry.
Every time, she was relieved to see him. Every time, she was deceived.
She collapsed, sobbing, into his arms and prepared for Wakefield to kill them both. But upon opening her eyes, Abby discovered he was gone, and only Henry remained in the desolate woods. As Jimmy, her Jimmy, walked out from behind a tree, Henry charged at him with a harpoon and plunged it through his chest.
Henry disappeared and Abby raced to Jimmy, cradling his head in her arms and crying over him as he died. When his last breath left his lips, Abby looked up, only to see the gruesome, rotting corpse of her mother hanging from a noose in the tree above her. Abby screamed, the sound piercing the silence. As she looked around frantically, all she could see were bodies littering the ground.
Having a panic attack, she screamed their names to the heavens, "Trish, Chloe, Sully, Katharine, Kelly, JD, Cal, no, Jimmy, no, not Jimmy, not Jimmy…" She trailed off, screaming sobs once more as Jimmy's body rotted before her eyes.
Abby felt a shove on her shoulder and her eyes snapped open. She was still screaming, even when she took in her surroundings and realized she was in the warmth and comfort of Jimmy's bed, with him right beside her. She threw her arms around a concerned-looking Jimmy and started hyperventilating.
"Shh, it's okay, just a dream," Jimmy whispered, stroking her hair as she cried against his shoulder. He knew the dreams were recurring, and they were the same every time.
"Every night," Abby sobbed, "every night."