Isabella's pov
"Phineas?" I called into the dark of the foggy woods. The wind whistled around me and I screamed as bats flew around my head. I heard a whisper in the dark.
"Isabella." I looked around suspiciously.
"Phineas?" I called. I gasped as I saw my crush come out of the woods. He was pale and bloody.
"Help me." He whispered to me. I ran towards him, but he was pulled away by an invisible force. I tried to chase him but I was always too far away. I screamed and pinwheeled my arms as I almost fell off a cliff. I looked around for Phineas, but he was nowhere in sight. I felt the ground underneath me shake. Oh no. I thought. Then I was falling.
"Isabella! Isabella! Wake up!" Candace shook my shoulders. I moaned and opened my eyes. "You were talking in your sleep. Are you okay?" She asked. I huddled in a ball and hugged my knees.
"I-I think so. Do you think my Mom is okay?" I asked. Candace sighed. She hugged me and I rested my head in her chest. I wondered why she was never like this to Phineas or Ferb.
"Isabella your Mom had nothing to do with anything so far. I think she'll be fine." I smiled. Then I looked up at her face. "Phineas is gonna be fine." She said. I must've looked surprised, because she laughed. "You're not the only one with a love life Isabella." She said. Then she looked away. She was probably worried about Jeremy. I hoped both of them were okay. But mostly Phineas.
"Is it true that if you have a dream more than once it'll come true?" I asked. Candace shook her head. She didn't believe in that stuff I guessed.
"I think if you have it more than once it has a meaning. But that doesn't mean it'll come true. I wouldn't worry about it." She turned on her side, away from me in the abandoned apartment where we were sleeping. I tried to believe her, but I couldn't help worrying. What if the meaning was Phineas and I would die? Or worse – that Phineas would die because of me?
Phineas' pov
I woke up in the middle of the night. I felt a burning all over my body, like my bones were spontaneously combusting. I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. My face was lit up with flames licking it all over. My Dad stood at the bathroom door. I turned around. He had a brick and a headband in his hands. He was glaring at me like I'd done something wrong.
"I should've known it was you. I won't let it happen again. Not again." He seemed like he was talking to himself. He jumped toward me and shoved the headband over my 2-year-old head. I wasn't on fire anymore, but he was now able to hurt me. I screamed as he smiled evilly and raised the brick.
I was almost 4 when mom took us and left in the middle of the night. That night I took off the headband and threw it as far as I could. Now I could use my abilities, but I was always scared the flames would come back, and this time never go away.