Assassins Target // Dip Fanfiction

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Chapter Two: "Drowsy"
Philip's POV
October 11th, 2006
Wednesday
2:04 A.M.

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I've been avoiding sleep recently. I believe it's been around a day, however it feels like it's been forever. October 8th, I got the dream. Following, I had a panicked attack once I woke up. I was sure it was a one time thing, but the next night I had sleep paralysis. I don't want to risk having to go through that again tonight. But I'm very tired. Maybe this night is different?

Maybe. I do need sleep to be able to volunteer after school again, I love volunteering there, and I'm gonna try getting a job there so I can pay for food. During my last job, which I didn't stay for too long, the paycheck I got I used to buy clothing. After, I wasn't able to pay for food myself. However, my peer, Butters, saw how I didn't have food at lunch one day and allowed me to have some of his. The next day he bought my lunch for me.

Butters is indeed a sweet boy, but we aren't friends. He hangs around others, and those people dislike me, so they tell him not to speak to me. He, of course, listens. I'm not meaning to be rude, but he is a naive. Very, very naive. He's nice but also naive. He's indeed committed a handful of crimes when he was younger, but I'm sure he has learned from his negative mistakes! Unless someone tells him to do something, he'll easily do it after a tiny bit of convincing.

Whatever. I shifted in my bed, moving my head towards my blank wall. I closed my eyes at a slow pace, scared of having the same dream or sleep paralysis. The dream wasn't like, jumpscares, it was just.. chilling. Then on the other hand, sleep paralysis was awful. It got was standing in the corner.

I'm scared. I'm scared. I don't wanna sleep. I had my eyes closed and felt the unconscious state of what is called "sleep" slowly take over me. I didn't want to have another bad dream. I didn't want to see that uncanny scene in the dream, I didn't want to see the figure in the corner. Or worse. I do know I only had those once, but I never have remembered dreams nor have I had sleep paralysis.

They say dreams have meanings.

Then I fell into sleep.

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A cobblestone path in front of me. Dim, flickering street lights, the lanterns hanging above my head. Vines wrapped around the lanterns, but the more I looked at them, the more they had started to rot away. Same with everything else. Whatever I looked at slowly aged.

There was fog close to the ground, and it seemed like it was closing in on me. In the far distance, there was a shadow figure. It was just like what I had seen in the paralysis. During that, it was bent over to fit under the ceiling.

As the fog closed in, the figure got closer. It went along with the fog. If I looked at the sky, the seasons slowly changed. This made the fog move faster. Somehow, I couldn't look away from the sky. The fog got closer, closer, closer, and closer. It was probably half a mile away by now, but before it got closer it was most likely around 12 miles away.

It was so noticeable, though. It stood tall. An inhumane tall. It was the size of a cell phone tower. 50 feet. It can't get close to me. I have this feeling, something bad will happen if it gets close. I started to panic. I felt my physical body start to breathe heavier, then this in dream body was doing the same.

The fog near my feet felt heavy, it made me unable to move. It's just a dream. It's just a dream. It isn't real. You don't need to panic.

I told myself soothing words, but each word made the panicking worse. I was no longer able to control my body. My head shot over to look at the sky, and I tried resisting internally but nothing was working. The fog felt like it was wrapped around my feet, and the outer fog was getting closer. A quarter mile away now.

I felt my body gain back that control, but the fear froze me in place. I couldn't run, or at least try to. But I'm scared. The feeling of an awful thing going to happen if it got any closer to me got worse and worse.

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I woke up, and was panicking. My chest was heavy, it felt so cold yet so hot. The room was closing in on me, and I felt myself start to cry. My whole body was shaking, as I heard my heart in my ears. I tried controlling my breathing, remembering that's the best thing to do once having a panic attack. I couldn't slow my breath. It was impossible.

I glanced over at my tiny digital alarm clock, and realized it was ringing. The clock read: 6:45. That wasn't important now.

I brought my fist to my mouth and bit on my knuckle, tightening as I panicked more, remembering the figure, remembering the height, remembering the fog, remembering. A word I dislike. Nothing of remembrance is a good memory. Anything coming to mind from remembering? Well, for me, it's just when Eric and his friends would make fun of me. How I was never accepted by the teachers. How my foster parents got rid of me after I finally got used to them.

Remembering isn't a great thing. Maybe for people who have better memories, but not many of those come to mind. Remembering; now I will proceed to think of those dreams and sleep paralysis. Unless it goes away, I don't know what'll happen. I know I'll give up on sleeping eventually.

Oh! Wait! There will be a new student today. Maybe I can try to welcome them, maybe I have a slight chance on making something more than an acquaintance. A friend. I haven't had one in forever. I've made none during school. Even during these 10 years here, I've never made someone I'd talk to at lunch regularly. Or someone to come over to my house. Or someone I could comfort when they need it, and vice versa.

Maybe I won't be lonely for the rest of the year. I hope.

A/N
this chapter cringes me. uh