trees // phan

wasp (16)

phil gasped.
it felt like all the air had been stolen from him.
his skin was being electrocuted.
every part of him was stinging viciously.
he couldn't breathe.
his body was jerking with exaggerated shakes.
he felt too hot and sick.
the pain was consuming.
the darkness was spreading.
but even then, phil still saw them.
around the river was a large forest.
standing on the outskirts was a group of men wearing hoodies, watching.
just watching.
they had their hoods drawn up and there was a black van behind them.
phil ripped his gaze away and turned to dan.
he needed to be quick.
he found his movements were jerky and slow, like a robot who's battery was dying.
he took hold of dan's jacket and pulled.
and all the strength seemed to had left him.
his lungs couldn't draw in air.
the bank seemed miles and miles away...
maybe he could just rest...
eternal sleep...
phil was too tired.
too cold.
he was numb in body and mind.
but somehow the mud of the bank had reached his feet and he and dan collapsed on the ground.