Psycho

Unit 21

hi so i'm far from done with the chapter i'm currently writing but i figured it's been a while and also i am so close to finishing it that distancing myself with only 8 chapters would still be alright. hope you like it and that you still remember what happened in the past chapters lol sorry for the wait honestly i know it sucks

Disclaimer: This story contains violence, gore, sexual content and strong language. Subjects covered might trigger some. If you are very sensible or easily offended, please abstain from reading.  

He had been running for so long his lungs felt like fireballs inside his heavy chest. He glanced behind him in panic like he wanted to convince himself the threat had magically vanished. But when he saw him turn the corner hurriedly with an evil grin covering the entirety of his face, he felt his heart rate increase, which he thought was humanly impossible, and kept sprinting, praying for his painful thighs to hold on until he could escape. He shifted to a corridor on the left, then to the right, kept going forward, cut in a diagonal passage, but the more he ran, the less he distanced himself from the threat. He could hear distinctive footfalls accompanied with the clatter of his large and sharp knife scraping against the hard wall, above the sound of his own short breath and heart rate beating through his whole head. He looked behind him once more, hoping he would've given up, but when he saw him brandishing his knife and licking his lips with anticipation, he felt tears prick his eyes. Suddenly, he stopped running and frantically looked around him. There was no more corridors. He had reached the end of this maze he had been trapped in. Distraught, he turned around slowly, facing the threat, which was now only a meter away from him. The threat stopped running too, and looked straight into his eyes, burning his retina with his devilish stare. He tried to melt into the wall, disappear, become as one with the air and float away freely... But with his limbs quivering, his lungs burning and the threat approaching, all he could do was whisper in a low, pleading, and defeated voice: "Phil... please..."

The corner of Phil's mouth stretched even more on his face, still approaching Dan with an evil glimmer floating in his eyes.

"It's my turn to do this..." was all Phil replied as he stopped in front of a frightened Dan, holding his knife up to his throat, and slashing it in one straight movement.

Dan jerked awake. He touched his neck in panic. To his relief, it was perfectly uninjured. He rubbed his hand on his sweaty forehead and let his head fall back on his pillow.

His heart was still beating fast and he rested his hand on it as if he had healing powers. It was the second time he had a nightmare like this. He had woken up dripping in sweat and startled yesterday morning too. Except, in the first dream, Phil had beaten him with his fists when Dan had reached the maze's dead end.

Dan felt powerless to these dreams and had no idea what his mind was trying to tell him. In the beginning, it had communicated perfectly with him and nothing was confusing. But, since a few days, Dan had found himself feeling things he shouldn't have felt. And he didn't understand. He knew his subconscious was sending him a message, but the more he searched for its meaning, the more he deepened himself into his forest of thoughts and feelings.

And so far, none of it proved to be good for him.

It had allowed Phil to get closer to his vulnerable self and it was threatening his pattern. He knew the depression wasn't a good excuse anymore. He knew Phil was aware that something bigger was happening. But, fortunately, he didn't know what yet. Yet. 

It still gave him a good amount of time to distract him while he finished off his pattern.

After finally finding his breath, he pushed the covers off his body and got out of bed. He looked at the time on his phone, it was 6:30 in the morning. He moaned at how early it was, but with the dream he had just had, he wasn't ready to go back to sleep. So he decided to jump in the shower to wash away all his emotions he wasn't able to control.