Zot (phan au)

Chapter 1

The water was beating down in time with my heartbeat. My veins flooded with icy, cold blood. Thin sheets of metal sliced through my skin, coating everything in a dull crystal sheen. I couldn't move to escape it; I felt like I was drowning and being shredded simultaneously, but this was worse, it wouldn't stop. I could vaguely see the skeletal branches of the trees surrounding me, waving mockingly like macabre arms, beckoning me to come to them even though they knew I couldn't. It was at times like these I wish life would grow tired of me, and pass me into the glacial embrace of death; make me numb to the rest of the world at least.

"Phil," funny, I swear I could almost hear someone calling my name, but they were too late.

"Phil, are you done being melodramatic now?" Oh I guess there was someone actually calling my name.

"Phil get up, you'd think you'd be used to being sore and wet by now,"the voice said,"I mean we get beat up every day and it's always raining in London."

"Dan?"

"Who did you think it was?"he huffed.

"Your mum?"

"Oh my god, just get up," he might have seemed annoyed, but I could tell he was trying to not laugh; at least I was good for that.

"Come on, the sooner you get up, the sooner we get to eat pizza and watch a movie," I might as well have been my dad because I saw right through him; he was trying to bribe me.

Thinking I had some time before he expected an answer, I put my hand up in front of me and looked at it- like they do in every stereotypical movie- while thinking. A few drops escaped my outstretched palm and crawled between the gaps of my fingers, slipping slowly onto my eyelashes.

Everything started to get blurrier and blurrier until I could barely even see. Things somehow look much better when you can't see them right; they almost appear to be softer, sweeter.

Even Dan seemed prettier with my eyes underwater. Wait, speaking of Dan, didn't he ask me something? Right, we should probably move now; if he's half as numb as I am, he won't be able to feel his legs at all.

"Fine," I gave in, and reached for his outstretched hand,"But just so you know, I was getting pretty comfortable on the ground," as I grabbed his hand, I... accidentally pulled him on top of me.

Funny, I had known his eyes were nice, but I had never been in a close enough proximity to him to notice the flecks of gold swimming around in them.

"You're all golden."

"What was that?"

"I said you're so cold Dan," I can't believe I thought that out loud, embarrass city much? I knew we were best friends, but a comment like that might be pushing it.

"Whatever, let's go already."
Despite the fact we were walking like snails, (because every step felt like a nail being hammered into me) I was appreciating the outdoors. That's definitely abnormal.

"Hey Dan, I think your way of thinking is growing on me."

"Why do you say that?"he had a bewildered expression on his face.

"Because instead of thinking ew, it's so gross and wet, I'm thinking about how this is good for the plants, and how the green is so vivid because of the contrast with the varying shades of grey; about how the rain makes bright things seem livelier, and dull things seem drearier."

He just smiles, "You're still the same as always, your head's stuck in the clouds."
Well he's not wrong, but it's not my fault fantasy land is better than the real world.