Philophobia

Chapter 5

A/N:

DOUBLE BC WHY NOT (1546 WORDS KILL ME)

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This time the dream wasn't as pleasant.

Third person again. The atmosphere had changed however. Rain was gushing down from the sky as if the it illustrated anger or hurt. The sky was dreary and greyer than an artist's smudged pencil canvas. Everything was drained of its colour, and this was a dream Phil could remember clear in his mind, the events so clear even if he were to be hit in the head with a hammer he was sure he would still be able to pick up the key moments of it.

Younger fatter Phil sat on his bench. It dipped downwards as the soggy rain plummeted towards him. He sat in his small hoodie covering almost nothing as tears gushed down his face. Every week he would meet with his friend here at this time and right on time was when his friend appeared with a small clear umbrella hovering over himself.

When the boy felt the rain stop pelting at his face and could hear it pelting at the plastic above him, he looked up to see his friend getting soaked with rain with a cheery smile.

The larger boy quickly moved the umbrella back to the smaller one with worried eyes but he refused stubbornly. With no words needed, this small feud resulted in them huddling together closely under the small umbrella, sharing one-another's body heat on the soggy park bench.

"Why were you crying?" The small boy spoke loudly so that his voice could be heard over the rain despite their faces being close enough already.

"I don't have a sandwich today." The other one replied sadly.

"Okay. So why were you crying. I know that's not why. Was your mum mean to you?" He asked, voice lacing with sadness.

The large boy could only nod when he felt his stomach swirling with guilt in return.

"Don't worry. It gets better. My mum gets mad all the time by accident because dad. Sometimes she accidentally hits me but she loves me a lot. Just like your mum does."

"So you're saying when your mum hurts you it's because she loves you?"

"I think so." The brown-haired boy replied with a small smile, sniffing as he rubbed his scarlet-stained face.

The other boy frowned in confusion.

'If mum left me, she really must of loved me' he thought to himself.

"Hey, I think I'm going away for a while." Phil said as loudly as he could just as a car raced by from the street behind them causing only the roaring engines to fill their eardrums.

"What?" He asked, shuffling closer. "Couldn't hear you."

Phil took a deep breath and looked at the boy before him. The small boy had battered lips from biting them too much and red cheeks that seemed to not be red only from the blood rushing to them. His hair seemed thinner with patches lighter than others which was the hereditary. The sight made his knees weak and the words he spoke couldn't be uttered again.

"Never mind. I'll see you next time okay?" Phil said loudly getting up as the boy did the same, keeping the umbrella over them.