Colours

four

tw: slight mention of self harm

Phil:

I was walking home in the crisp, mid-autumn air, thinking about what had happened in art that day. Dan had described every color the exact same as me.

I never really knew I was falling for Dan. I mean, I had just met him that day. I had known about him before I bumped into him today, one of my friends that was already at this school knew him and had talked to him, but he never really told me about Dan.

It kept trailing through my mind. He kept trailing through my mind. Everything about him. His chocolate brown eyes that shined with gold flecks when light hit them just right, his hair a perfect dark brown fringe, everything about him just made me feel... something.

I remember Dan had put his number into my phone when we were in the library, so I decide to send him a text.

Phil: Hey, Dan, it's Phil.

Dan: Oh, hey! How've you been?

Phil: Oh, you know... first day at a new school always wears you out

Dan: Yeah, I get that. That was me two years ago.

Phil: Oh, really? We moved here from Manchester. Parents got a new job.

Dan: Really? We did too! How did we never meet before?

Phil: I dunno, but my mom just told me I have to go to bed. I'll see you tomorrow?

Dan: Yeah, I gotta get to bed too. I'll talk to you tomorrow.

I set my phone down and closed my eyes. Within a few minutes, I was dreaming.

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Screaming. Yelling. That's all I heard. I got up and ran, desperate to get away from it. Footsteps followed suit. They kept growing louder and louder. I picked up the pace, trying my best to escape the monstrosity chasing me.

I began running into a forest, they sky above me growing darker. Eventually I couldn't see where I was going, and tripped over a fallen tree.

I tried to pull myself back up and start running again, but I was pinned back down again. The beast, a dark shadow that I couldn't quite make out what, or who, it was, was hovering over me, ready to strike. He raised his hand, weapon ready to strike, and...

I jolted awake, grabbing my phone to check the time while trying to catch my breath. I was sitting bolt upright, telling myself it was just a dream.

2:46 am.

It was just a dream, Phil, nothing's coming to get you, you're alright.

I got up and walked into the bathroom and sank down to the cold tile floor, hugging my knees into my chest as I began to cry.

No one can know about them... They'll think you're a freak, I kept thinking to myself.

I couldn't handle myself that night. My past kept coming back and haunting me.

I didn't come out of my bathroom until about 3:15, and luckily, the house was still completely silent despite my screaming at myself. I was hoping it would stay that way because I didn't want anyone to know about what had happened in there.

Two weeks clean, gone.

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