Light flooding in through my bedroom window, my door flung open. How long was I out for? I need to make a mental note to lay off the vodka for a bit. These internet support groups aren't really helping my sobriety or my schedule.
As if on cue, Phil staggers in looking rather panicked, His jet black hair tousled at the side, still wearing his clothes from the day before.
Why is the room spinning, is this why Phil's here? I glance over at my Pokémon alarm clock. 14:42. Great. Well there goes my day filled with productivity.
The next thing I knew was Phil violently shaking my arm, my vision still hazy.
"daN OH MY GOD SHIT" he frantically whispered, " I reALly REALly THinK sOmeTHing Is iN ThE KITCHEN" I could see the fear in his pale face, regardless of how sober I am, I can always tell when something is up with Phil. By this point, he was pointing towards the kitchen in a state of confusion.
I slid out of bed, unceremoniously dumping the duvet on the floor and reached over for my Guitar Hero guitar, I looked back at Phil who was sat crossed legged on my bed, who wasn't looking too sable either, clutching a stuffed Totoro that we got on our vacation to japan. "look Phil, I'm sure it's um-I'm sure it's er….nothing" I said, trying to sound convincing "if it will um….make you feel better we check just to make sure, you know, just to make sure". Trying to reassure Phil after a nightmare was never easy, truth be told, strange noises could be heard from our kitchen. Especially if you forget to load up the dishwasher properly. Regardless, I was always apprehensive about venturing out on my own towards the source of the noise. I have my suspicions. "Come with me and check. Besides it's always better with two people, right?" needing some encouragement myself, I often struggled to add conviction to my words whenever this episode would occur.
A faint murmur could be heard echoing throughout the hallway followed by some other strange sounds. Armed with only my guitar and no backup plan we slowly started to creep forward towards to the source of the noise. I reached out for the door handle, all sorts of thoughts were racing through my head, listing every single scenario as each millisecond passed. I turned to Phil, who looked on the verge of tears or throwing up. Probably both by this stage. My headache was starting to ease off, better now than ever I supose.
I opened the door and instantly regretted it. My jaw dropped to the ground in disbelief. "oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit" what have done.