Phil POV

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Dan and I, we're walking hand in hand, down a white hallway, people bustling by, laughing. No one's face is right, there are eyes where there shouldn't be and no noses where there should.

I'm afraid but Dan squeezes me tighter. A spritely young girl, or at least I think it's a girl, bounces up to us, spaghetti hair flying everywhere getting sauce all over her clothes.

She reaches out her only two purple fingers and half a thumb is presented. I go to shake her hand, but I can't move it. I go to answer her, but my tongue stays dry in my mouth.

Her 'smile' fades, and a glare replaces it.

"Does your stupid boyfriend not know how to speak? Seriously Dan you need to find a new boyfriend!" she seethes.

"I hate to break it to you Phil, but she's right. I don't really love you! How could you believe something so preposterous? Me love you?"

'Dan you're thinks you're an idiot, thinks you're useless, can't do anything right.'

He looks at me with his pitying gaze and he knows but he's too polite to point it out. I can't breathe at all. He tries to comfort me but all I want to do is be alone so I can cry.

I pull away slightly and he glares. Somebody bumps into my and all I want to do is go home, bury myself in my bed and scream.

He grips my arm and growls. "You're overreacting! You shouldn't be such a baby. I didn't hurt your feelings."

"You don't get to decide that!" I retort his fingers clenching tighter around my bicep.

"Damn well I do!" Dan shouts.

Wrenching my arm free, I begin pounding down the path, the walls morphing from stone, to forest scenery, the schools walls, and back to blinding white.

I spare a glance behind me, to the thing that I once thought was Dan, was now a creature fading in and out between him, Father and some abominable beast. Tentacle like appendages shot out from its sides and smashed the changing walls leaving us stranded in the woods.

I hurtled through the foliage, smacking leaves and vines from my face as they tried to close in on me. Roots sprouted from the ground and wrapped around my ankles, constricting me.

I fell down, down, down, things whizzing by, people, memories friends screaming at me, hands outstretched to protect, to harm.

Thrashing through the vortex, I collide with freezing water, making my body spasm involuntarily. I try swimming to the surface but it ices over quickly. I press my palms against the barrier and wipe away the frost.

A murky figure is standing over what seems to be in open casket, though I can't be sure. Their head is bowed and their hands clench onto the coffin.

I open my mouth to call for help but the burning liquid fills my lungs, and I sink lower. The picture clears and I hear her before I see her.

My mother, she's standing over my grave, she's wiping the hair from my face rocking back and forth. Her smooth, melodious voice reverberates through my mind, through the lake.

She sings;

I'll love you forever,

I'll like you for always,

As long as I'm living,

My baby you'll be.

She looks at me, her soulful eyes drenched in sorrow, energy drained from her body. In a last desperate attempt I slam my fists into the ice, shattering it into a million pieces, shards flying everywhere.

"PHIL WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" Dan bellows snatching my hands away from the glass.

"But… but?" I murmur. "But I was drowning and..and mother was there, and… and the lake?" I whimper looking down to my damaged hands. "What happened?"

"You were having a nightmare. You must've sleepwalked all the way here. I found you sobbing and smashing your hands against the mirror. Phil how did you end up in the bathroom? What were you dreaming about?"

Looking at him once was all I needed to break the dam. I flung myself into his arms, wailing, not caring about the stinging in my hands, the blood that I was surely dripping everywhere, and I couldn't care less if they got infected.

"Do we, do we have to talk about it now?" I sniffled.

"No of course not." He cooed, voice much more gentle. "let's get you cleaned up first alright?"

I nodded stiffly, allowing him to clean the cuts and bandage them.

"Now you head to bed while I clean the glass okay?" Dan said, finishing wrapping my hands.

"There's no need. I'll do it." A voice said from the door way. Mrs. Howell stood in the dimly lit hall in her bathrobe and curls bouncing everywhere.

"Thank you, mum." Dan sighed relived.

"But we will talk about this tomorrow, am I clear?" She demanded, no room for argument in her tone.

"Yes ma'am." Dan answered, hastily grabbing my hand, and pulling me down the hall.

"Oh and Phil?" Mrs. Howell called after us. "If you ever need something, a place to stay, something to eat, to get away maybe, don't ever hesitate to come here? You understand? You will always be welcome I mean that."

I stood dumbstruck for a fleeting moment before the full force of what she said hit me.

"Thank you ma'am, that's awfully kind of you. Though I'm afraid I'll be over staying my welcome soon." I mumbled.

"You could never." She smiled. "Good night dear good night of stupid son of mine."

"Night mum." Dan yawned, not bothering to dance with her insults.

"Good night, Mrs. Howell."

The door clicked shut and I crawled into the bed after Dan. It had been a long day and an even longer night. I dreaded what tomorrow might bring or what other nightmares might plague me. I especially dreaded seeing Chris and PJ, the worst could happen tomorrow.

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Hi!

It me. Wow been awhile since I posted, or since one of YOU FUCKERS ANSWERED ME! Seriously, do it. Now. Do it.

Thank you.

I don't really have anything to say except I'm tired and that I have absolutely no motivation to write whatsoever. Eh

Well see you next time!

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