Something's changing…

Wires and cables were everywhere, why was he here?

Rearranging me…

He couldn't feel his legs, his arms, his entire body felt numb.

Just beginning…

He tried to reach, he really did! But he felt so heavy, so, so heavy.

My own surgery…

His eyes snapped open and a wave of red light washed over him, even though the room was dark. He took a deep breath, blinked, and looked up. Before him stood a baffled and broken boy. Traces of tears still visible on his cheeks, wires and cables sticking out from under his checked shirt. He reached for the boy, but all he was greeted with was a mirror. A cold voice -his voice- muttered something.

Welcome to your past Phil…


Phil awoke with a scream. Tears still streaming down his face, sweat running down his hands and back. He took a deep breath before pulling up his knees and hugging them tightly, his eyes closed. A noise by the door told him his roommate, Dan, had come to check on him.

'Nightmare?'

He nodded with his eyes still closed.

'It's getting worse Phil, maybe you should se-'

'No', his voice harsher then he intended. 'A doctor won't help Dan, I know where the dreams come from already.'

'You do?' Phil nodded again. 'Well, why don't you do anything against it? Don't tell me you can't Phil. I believed your lies long enough already! I know there's something more that's going on here. Please tell me, I want to help you. I'm worried Phil… You're my best friend…'

Dan was crying by now. He sat down next to his friend and wrapped his arms around the pale boy. The latter returned the embrace, and that's how they sat for the rest of the night. Breathing slowly, calmed by each other's presence and warmth. Everything was okay… right?


A week had passed since the nightmare. Things were incredibly tense between the two of them. Phil still refused to see anyone to find the source of the nightmares, he already knew…

'Dan? Where are you you Spork? I need to talk to you.' He made his way into the kitchen as careful as possible. You never know if you're going to get jump scared by a living meme with an Edward Cullen mask.

'I'm here!' A voice called from the sofa. 'Why, what's wrong? You haven't talked to me in ages.'

Something pulled on Phil's heart. Dan may be good at acting but the sadness in his voice was clearly noticeable. He winced.

"No, Phil, pull yourself together. Your life's a mess, no place for feelings."

He went to sit next to his roommate.

"Deep breaths, don't panic…"

'I'm leaving.'


Woohoo! New story! :) If you like it, please leave a review, if you don't, please leave a review. Also, the thing at the beginning is a song but I can't seem to find it anywhere. if you do, let me know! Thank you sweethearts. 3

Fanny