Fear Garden *Phan*

Fear Garden

A/N- I'm so sorry, this is so weird. Erm...yeah I'll leave the song in media if you wanted to listen, but listen afterwards if you really want to...you probably won't want to...

I stood in my garden looking at my flowers. They were so beautiful. Here's one, here's two, here's three, here's four, here's five, here's six, here's seven, ten! I've collected ten of my flowers. It's strange, they're everywhere in the world, but no one chooses to have these beautiful flowers in their garden. I really don't understand people. I don't lie in my videos when I say I'm socially awkward. I come here to my secret garden in the woods, over an hour's journey from London, to get away from them. They wouldn't understand my garden.

Now you're probably wondering why not? They're just flowers right? That's what I say. When people come wandering into my garden, when they intrude in my safe haven, they scream. They scream at my beautiful flowers, they scream at my crimson paths that I've laid out so carefully through my garden, they scream for help.

It's when they call for help that I decide to add them to my garden. I look at the flowers that are wasted on the people and harvest them, instead planting them in my garden. I may paint them to a more beautiful colour, but I keep them clean, original and pure. That's the way they look the most beautiful.

Now you're wondering what I mean by flowers. I mean their arms, hands, from the shoulder to the most beautiful part, the fingertips. The hand is what I like to call the flower, the fingers the petals. People pay so much attention to the face, covering it in paint, when they should be focusing on their hands. It's like a florist keeping the roots and painting them, then selling the plant as a whole. I hate the way people think.

To make up for their stupidity I created my garden, grabbing their right arm first, pulling as hard as I could to get more of the beautiful crimson colour, stabbing into the tough soil in my garden, putting together the pointers and middles, bringing out the true beauty of my flowers with this arrangement.

Within the boundaries of my garden, hands sprout out of the ground peacefully, all the different types of flowers. I can name them all. Felix, PJ, Chris, Marzia, Louise, Caspar, Tyler, Zoe, Joe and most beautiful of all-Phil. I wish Phil could've seen my garden. He never got to see it. He was the first person that I harvested. No kill has ever been as satisfying. It leaves me disappointed. I should have left him to last. I would've shared my garden with him. I would've kept him alive. I would prefer to have him here, all of him, rather than just one of his flowers. He does make a beautiful centrepiece to my garden though, it wouldn't be same without his flower here.

Fear Garden...I called it my fear garden because whenever anybody saw it they screamed. Both terrifying and beautiful. I knew they were shocked by the wonder of the garden, but I couldn't risk them telling anyone. I brought them here in the hopes that they'd see the beauty, but they were all too ignorant. Such a shame.

But that garden is built on lies. It's built my lies. My world is built on my lies. It's in my head, there isn't actually a garden. My friends are all alive. I haven't harvested any flowers. I dream of my garden becoming a reality, but I can't make it happen. I'd be arrested and taken away from my garden. If rather dream of it, I don't want to be taken away from my life, from all the flowers around me. I'm happy like this.

"Hey Dan," Phil says as he walks into the room, practically radiating sunshine and happiness. "What are you doing, just sitting there? Are you okay? You look sad!" He smiles at me. Phil's always so kind to me. I don't deserve him as a friend. "I know what will cheer you up!"

Phil pulls out lion from behind his back. "You can cuddle lion! He never fails to cheer me up!"

I smile at him and take lion from his hands. "Thanks Phil, but I'm fine, just thinking about a plan for a video."