Worlds Apart (DISCONTINUED AND BEING REWRITTEN)

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I clutched my phone in my hand and shut my eyes. It was way too early in the morning for me to be awake and I hadn't slept a wink. 6:47. 6:47 AM.

I snuggle up in the sheets and fall asleep. My body relaxing its muscles and my mind blank with ease.

It felt as though I was falling, but thought nothing of it. This was a normal occurrence anyways. It always felt like this when I'm about to dream.

My back collided with something hard and the wind was knocked out of my lungs. I hear something clatter beside me and I shoot my eyes open, gasping for air, slightly clawing at my throat. The edges of my eyes accumulating tears.

When I could finally breathe, I cough and sit up. Well, that felt too real to be a dream... And my back hurt like hell.

I look beside me to try and find the source of the clattering sound. It was my phone. I crawl my way over, too tired to stand up and walk. The screen had a small crack, but the phone survived. I turned it on.

Thank god it still had power in it.

The time on my phone was glitching and the numbers were constantly changing. Looking at it hurt my eyes so I turned it off.

I look around and take in my surroundings. Around me was... Well.... Nothing really. Just a blank void. Nothingness stretched out far and wide, seemingly infinite. The only colorful thing being me, my phone and... Wait. Is that my blanket?.

How nice.

I glance around me and go to pick it up. How the hell did I not notice this earlier? I was probably too tired to notice it... Or too panicked.

Realizing this, I yawned. Is this a dream? It feels too real. Welp. Might as well nap here.
I lay down and put the blanket over me.

If this somehow happened to be a dream, I might as well relax.

I close my eyes. It was quiet and... Peaceful.

A few hours of sleep later and I get woken up by far away shouting. I groan and pull the sheets over my head. Were these my brothers? They were being annoying as hell.

Having enough of it, I aggressively tore the sheets away from my head and sit up, opening my eyes.
Confused and annoyed, I look around. Its still... I'm still.. Here.

I stand up and tie the blanket around my neck, making a makeshift cape with a little hood. So this... Isn't a dream? I pinch myself and slightly yelp.

Yup. Definitely not a dream. I look at my phone and tuck it into the pocket of my sweatpants.

The source of the shouting seemed to get closer. I pull the makeshift hood over my head and look around.

Far in the distance were two figures. I squint my eyes to try and see them better, after all, my eyesight isn't the best. One of them was dressed darker and the other one was dressed lighter, brown being a colour occurring often in their clothes, whilst the darker one had more black and blue.

They're voices sounded rather masculine, bringing me to the conclusion that they were both males. I wouldn't want to assume anything though. Although one sounded... Glitchy?

I rub at my eyes. There were other people here? I slowly make my way towards them, then pause. Is that a.. Giant paintbrush?
And was the other guy glitching? What?