Hello fellow FanFiction readers. Here's a one-shot of Natasha and her nightmares! Please review, I enjoy reading what you have to say! Happy Reading.
Trying To Forget
Blood. So much blood. Everywhere. I looked up and was met with death. So much death. I could have stopped this. I could have stopped all of this. But I didn't. And all of these innocent children died, because of me. I didn't know what to do. So I cried. I bowed my head and baled my eyes out. I cried for the children, I cried for their souls, I cried for me. Me? How selfish can a person be to cry for themselves. I tried to close my eyes. Maybe if I didn't see it, it would go away. But every time I closed my eyes I would see them. All of them. My eyes shot open and I started to run. I didn't know where, and I didn't care. I ran, jumping over corpse after corpse. My tears trying on my cheeks. Nothing was going to stop me. Nothing. I was going to run until my lungs explode. Nothing will stop me. Nothing but…
"Tasha-" I stopped. That voice. I know that voice. I slowly turned around. And I saw her.
"Emily." I knelt down beside her fragile body. Her legs we trapped under all the rocks a rubble that surrounded the ground. I looked at her face. So much blood. All over this innocent six-year-old. And I did this too her. She's suffering because of me.
"Emily, I-I-I'm sorry. I didn't know-"
"You were going to run away again weren't you? You were going to leave me to die. Again. Why. Why Tasha?" Her voice cracked, eyes shimmering with tears.
"No! No I-I wasn't"
"It's too late Natasha."
"W-what do you m-mean?" I asked. She didn't answer. I took her face and cradled it in my hands. "We need to get you s-some help-"
"IT'S TO LATE!" She screamed, violently turning her head out of my hands. Our eyes met and I noticed her pupils turning red. No. Her eyes were turning red. Leaking red. Blood. She started crying blood. It splattered onto my face, my hands, my shirt. Everywhere. She started coughing. More blood. Coming from everywhere. And then she started convulsing in my arms. Her body shaking uncontrollably. Then she stopped. Just like that. Her body going limp. It was my turn to start shaking. I slowly lowered her to the ground. I got up to start running but somebody put a hand on my shoulder. I stiffened, slowly standing up My hands reaching for my gun.
"Don't Natasha." I stopped. "You were too late. AGAIN! YOU LET MY DAUGHTER DIE AGAIN!" She grabbed my neck and within seconds we had me in the sleeper hold. I grabbed her arms. Trying to pry off her steel grip off of me, but it was in vain.
"P-please s-stop" My voice barely above a whisper. She laughs, but doesn't loosen her grip.
"Why should you live and my child die!? You're a disgusting creature. You don't deserve to live. All those innocent people. Your ledger is tripping red! YOU. MUST. DIE!"
"NATASHA!" Clint screamed. I sat bolt up in my bed. Coated in sweat, painting, tears falling from my face. I blinked, still seeing the dead children, I wrapped my arms around my legs, curling into a small ball. Clint grabbed me and cradled me in his arms. After the initial shock ended, I started crying. Shaking in his arms.
"Sshh, it's okay Tasha. Just a dream. I'm here. Sshh." His voice soothing me back to reality. After a while my sobs turned into silent tears. He never stopped rocking me. Back and forth. Back and forth. He waited patiently, humming softly. I found myself being pulled back to sleep. I closed my eyes, hoping to never see the dead children again.
I might write a part 2. Depending on what you guys have to say.