Visions

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Pain. Unimaginable pain. The kind of pain that makes you want to scream until your lungs give out. All I feel is pain emanating from my skull, threatening to crack my cranium and turn my brains to mush. Suddenly, I feel a warmth rising in my throat, pushing its way upwards. I go against my natural instinct to curl into a ball, and throw back my covers, quickly darting into the bathroom. Just as I reach the toilet, my stomach flips, and everything inside is forcibly ejected. As I am heaving up my bodily fluids, I feel someone kneel down next to me and rub my back, soothing me. Once my stomach is finally rid of everything that was once inside, I shakily stand and move to gargle some mouthwash. I glance behind me in the mirror to see Phil flushing the toilet, shaking his head in dismay. I push down a small twinge of shame before I spit out my mouthwash, my mouth burning with a minty sensation. I move to go past my friend, but he just blocks the doorway, heaving a small sigh. "Dan, you need to stop getting so wasted at parties! You were dead drunk last night, I could barley get you home!" I scratch the back of my neck, my cheeks flaming red. "Sorry Phil, it won't happen again," I mumble. "Damn straight it won't. Now, go back to bed, I'll get you some painkillers and a glass of water." I smile at Phil, thanking him quietly as I slip past him and back to my bed. As I tuck myself back under the covers, my heart begins to race for no reason. I put it off as a side-affect of my hangover. Suddenly, my vision goes dark. I cannot see anything, my hands reaching out blindly in the darkness. Then, a gunshot rings out, followed by a man's scream. I attempt to call out to someone, anyone, but no sound comes out. I am helpless in this darkness, and no one is here to save me. "Dan?" It's as if Phil's voice turns on a light switch. My sight comes back into focus, pulling me away from the darkness and returning me to my room. I ball my sweaty palms into fists, my heart still racing. I then become aware of Phil's presence in the room. "Dan?" he repeats. "Are you alright?" I quickly swallow heavily and nod, contorting my face into what I hope is a convincing smile. To my dismay, Phil sees right through me, as always. "I just need some painkillers and rest. I'll be fine," I assure my friend. He nods and smiles at me, handing over the glass of water and pills he had been holding. I smile at him as he quietly exits my room, shutting the door behind him. As I hear the door click into place, I release the breath I had not realised I was holding. I quickly down the painkillers and take a long gulp of the water, already feeling a bit better. What the hell was that? I question my sanity as my consciousness begins to slip away.
Am I actually going crazy?
Then, my vision goes dark with sleep, the remnants of gunfire and screams ringing out in my head.
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Well, there you go! I'm going to just go with this story and see how it ends up, so we'll see how this goes! I hope you guys liked the first chapter of Visions, and thanks for reading! :) ❤️