i smoke to die. // djh + pml

twenty six // the stars.

they say that dreams come true
but they forgot to mention
that nightmares are dreams too

Dan

"dan?! dan! wake up!" i hear phil say as i feel him shaking me.

i shoot up, and being looking at my surroundings, my breathing has become very unsteady.

i feel phil put his hands on my shoulders, then to my face and makes me look at him.

"dan, are you alright?!" he says with concern in his voice.

i still have no idea what was going on, so i look at him, dumbfounded.

"dan, do you understand what i'm saying?!"

i then get pulled out of my thoughts.
"i-i... w-what happened?"

"i don't know, we were asleep and then i heard you yelling, so, i woke up, but, you were still asleep so that's when i woke you up. what happened to you? did you have a nightmare?!"

"i.. i don't know.." i then feel phil put me in his arms, my head on his chest.

"i'm sorry." he says with sadness in his voice.

"for what?"

"that you have to go through this"

"it's fine. i'm used to it."

"just because you're used to it doesn't mean you're fine, dan! how often does this happen?" he pushes me back so he can look at me while i answer.

"i-uh" i look down. "i'm not sure.. it mostly happens when something bad is going on with me.. or if i'm depressed.." i whisper the last part.

"but, i thought i was making you happy.." he says, his voice not being anywhere near cheerful anymore.

"no! no! you are! i promise! i just.. i don't know.. my happiness doesn't last a long time.."

"how?"

"i don't know, phil."

"then what can i do if making you happy isn't enough?"

"just.. keep me distracted, i guess"

"distracted, huh.." his face then completely changes into a dark one.

"phil?"

he then jumps on top of me and starts tickling me.

i can't help but start laughing as i'm ticklish.

"PHIIIL! STOOO-AHAHAHAHA" comes out of my mouth as phil is digging his fingers into every single spot a ticklish person has, stomach, armpits and neck.

i continue to laugh as annoying as possible, but, once i'm out of breath and tired i must come to a stop.

"ph-phil.. i'm tired" i say struggling with my breathing.

luckily he seems to get the message and finally stops.

as i try to catch my breath i just happened to lock eyes with phil, his smile one of the biggest i've ever seen before, he looks happy with what he's accomplished.