This chapter contains/mentions the following:
Murder, death, & spirits* (mild*).
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Ages: 18-19

Murder.
Now that was a chilling thought.

It chilled one who had never experienced such a thing to the bone in such a way you'd think you were standing in the center of the North Pole in nothing but a thin bathing suit.

To top it all off, you were about to murder your best friend as you stood in front of him with a gun pointed to his face.

What are you doing?! Stop! Stop this!

But you couldn't put the gun down.

You didn't know where it had come from or why the hell you were doing what you were doing, but you wanted it to stop. Now.

Your arms burned slightly from the lack of upper arm strength as you held both arms straight in front of you, the black gun clasped in your hands.

It was heavier than you would've expected. The object shaking in your hands was a good 2-5 pounds, and fully loaded.

This wasn't right and you knew it.

Weapons shouldn't be played around with. You knew that, but here you were, -a mysterious force telling you to pull the trigger as he stood in front of you with a look of shock and hurt plastered across his face.

"What-what are you doing, (Y/N)?" He asked as he took a step farther into his empty backyard, -holding his hands up in surrender the whole time.

He didn't know what had come over his friend, but he knew for certain that her showing up at his house with a crazed, yet terrified look in her eyes as she pulled a gun on him, was not normal.

"It's just me, Phineas." He tried again, but you didn't move from your spot at the open gate, -your eyes unwavering from his as you tried to figure out what was going on.

You were trapped.
Free to walk about, but trapped.
You had no control over your actions yet you wondered why this new-found behavior hadn't taken over and shot him already.

Something was holding you back, and you could only hope it was your mind, that was still free, telling you something was wrong, even if you had no way to stop any of this craziness.
You could only hope it was your love for him that kept you from pulling the trigger.

"H-" You tried to speak, but all that came out was that single letter, and empty air.

Again, you tried, but with a little more effort to re-gain control.

"H-help." You managed before you found your muscles starting to move, but not in the way you hoped.

Your finger gripped the trigger, -ready to pull it.

This force was strong, and it wanted to win. It was going to, and you wanted to give in. But you knew you couldn't. You couldn't kill Phineas.

What's come over you?! Your self-conscious screamed.
Stop!

You could see a look of confusion pass over Phineas' face as what you said registered in his mind before it disappeared and his right hand slowly started to move towards yours.

"Hey, it's going to be okay, just-just put the gun down." He pleaded gently as he slowly but steadily put his hand over the top of the gun's barrel and pushed it down so it pointed at the grass.

You found your arms resisting his touch as your body tried to go back to its original position, -pointing at his face, while the other part, -the sane part- fought your arms.

This is crazy. What happened to me?

Your mind and your body were at war against each other.
One clearly said, "Kill him," and the other said the complete opposite.

It felt as if a completely different person controlled half of you.

Somehow you had to win. You had to make this evil spirit lose. You couldn't become a murderer, not when you were about to head off to college.
Man, would that look terrible on your record.

Killing your best friend. Yeah, absolutely terrible.

"Hey, it's just me." Phineas said calmly as he pushed the gun down again and came closer to you.

"I don't know what's come over you or what's happening, but you can win this, okay? You can drop the gun, and everything will be okay." He soothed as you saw someone come out of the house behind him.

Your hands shook as you tried harder and harder to let go, to drop the weapon and not put Phineas in danger anymore, but you couldn't quite do it, yet you were so close.

"(Y/N), what are you doing?" You heard Ferb's voice ask hesitantly as your eyes shifted to him, and he slowly came closer with a confused look on his face.

"H-Help." You managed to say a second time as you tried to talk to him with your eyes.

Ferb would be able to read you, right?
He would be able to find out why you're doing what you're doing just by looking at your face.
It certainly would be helpful at the moment.

Phineas, with his hand still on the gun, thankfully tried to take it out of your hands as it pointed down at the bright green grass as he kept his eyes on you.

You had to speak more, you had to find a way to tell them that you couldn't control your actions. You had to let them know that if they got hurt, you hadn't done it on purpose.

"She doesn't know what she's doing, Phineas." Ferb explained after a minute as he stood between the house and the two teenagers.

Yes! Thank you, Ferb!

"Just drop it, (Y/N). It's okay."

After about thirty seconds you have up on talking and put all your energy into your arms as you dropped the gun successfully into the grass with shaking hands and Phineas' help.

Phineas immediately kicked away the object and moved his hand from your hand to your face as he wiped something away.

Am I crying?

"It's okay now, (Y/N). Just take a deep breath." Phineas instructed.

Involuntarily, you felt yourself breathe in. It was the first time you physically ever felt anything since this came over you. Hopefully, knowing you were breathing meant this spirit was going away, slowly but surely.

"There you go." Phineas said as a small smile came across his lips.

Suddenly you felt your shoulders shaking almost uncontrollably as you struggled to breathe and your sight was blurred with tears.

You were having a breakdown, a panic attack, and you were barely hyperventilating from the fear of almost killing the one you loved the most.

A hand, -your hand- went to your mouth to muffle the sobs escaping your lips as you tried to calm yourself down.
You now had control over your body again and no one had been hurt. Thank goodness.

"I'm sorry." You whispered through your hand as sobs shook your body.

"Shh, it's okay. You didn't know what you were doing." Phineas dismissed as you tried to get your breathing under control and he rubbed your upper arm.

It was oddly soothing, but you still couldn't get yourself to breathe normally.

Your breathing came in quick sharp gasps as your body tried to get air in your lungs and no matter how hard you tried or how slowly you tried to breathe in, nothing worked.

"Phineas," Ferb said as he stood beside his brother. "She needs to calm down." He stated calmly.

Phineas gave his brother a weird look.
"No duh, Sherlock." He said sarcastically.

You barely saw Ferb roll his eyes through your tears.
"You need to kiss her." He explained.

This was enough to get you, and probably Phineas, to stop breathing completely for a split second.

What did he say? Phineas Flynn now has a legit excuse to kiss me?!

"What?" Phineas asked nervously as he glanced at you then back at his brother. "That seems very irrelevant to the present situation, Ferb."

"Do it at least for three seconds. It'll help her breathe normally." Ferb explained.

Oh. That's why.

Again, you saw Phineas glance at you nervously as you reached up and wiped some tears away from your face. You owed Ferb for this opportunity.

"Well, why can't you do it? Isn't there another way?" He asked his older brother.

"Phineas, just do it now and ask questions later." You heard Ferb say as irritation crept into his voice.

Phineas sighed deeply before obliging to his brother's request and gently taking your face in his hands as he pressed his lips against yours.

Cringy ending, I know...

Anyway, I'm reading this fanfic by Foobar137 on called "A Second Chance".
The story line is along the lines of "When She Came Back" and I'm thinking of trying to begin working on it again, since I've gotten some motivation. But, sadly, no promises on new chapters anytime soon, I won't abandon the story though.
~Joy