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W3LCOM3 TO N3RVE

"Do it..."

"W-What?! Are you insane?"

"Do it!"

"I can't..."

"Do it Dan! You have to! For me."

He held it in his hand. It sat uncomfortably as he examined it. It was cold. It felt wrong. But slowly and surely I lifted it up and-

"Dan, I l-"

    Dan jolted awake in a cold sweat. He was panting. He lifted his hand to his face only to find that his cheeks were wet. He was probably crying. But he didn't know why. He didn't know the man in his dream, let alone his relations with him. But he sure as hell didn't want to know.

     He got up from his bed and fixed his duvet, shivering from the instantaneous cold of the early morning British weather. It was about 9 AM, which was really early for him. Thank god he was on holiday or he would have been late for school.

     He groggily slipped on a pair of jeans and put on a warm festive jumper. He would have plugged in his straighteners, but he wasn't planning on seeing anyone today. Instead, he sprayed on a bit of dry shampoo and looked at himself in the mirror. He examined his lanky yet slightly chubby shape and how his jeans slightly hung off his hips. He frowned at his hobbit hair. He hated that the most. He never saw himself as quite attractive. Sure, he's had a few girlfriends, boyfriends, even. Even so, he didn't see what they saw in him. He grabbed his phone and wallet, slipping them into his pocket, deciding to go to a diner for breakfast, as he didn't have any good food at the apartment. He lived alone and didn't know how to cook, so he often ate out. Although he was careful with his money because he needed to pay off university, he decided that food was essential and necessary, and saved a special budget for his cravings.

     Dan decided to walk, as the diner was just at the corner of the block. London was so busy. It was a bit too much for him. He usually likes small communities, but his apartment was  the cheapest one he could find that was near his university. He was never the loud type; the kind to go to parties every night. He preferred staying in, browsing on in his computer until dawn. It was safe. It was... risk free.

     Dan opened the door to the diner, instantly greeted by the strong scent of black coffee and pancakes sizzling on the griddle. He came there almost every day, and the waiters and waitresses always knew his order. However, the slightest bit of rebellion came over him as he decided he was going to order something different today.

"Hello Dan, the usual?" Mr. Luce, the manager, said as he sat at a diner chair.

"No thank you, actually. Can I have a vanilla milkshake please?" Dan replied almost hesitantly.

"A milkshake, huh? For breakfast? Are you sure you dont want something else? At least a slice of toast?" He asked politely, but somewhat jokingly.

"No thank you, Mr. Luce. I'm feeling a bit rebellious today," Dan said with a fake smile. Even something so out of line as ordering something different was enough to make him uncomfortable.

"Whatever you say, boy. It'll be right out," He smiled, as he disappeared  into the kitchen.

     Dan reached for his phone, ready to isolate himself from the buzz of the busy general public, when he was greeted by a young man's crotch in his face.

"Pj, can you please ever so kindly remove your crotch from my face?" Dan said, looking to his right, only to face the crotch of his friend. He gasped, realizing that the only thing between his crotch and his face was a white towel.