EYES [a Phanfic]

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I can feel my heart beating, but I can't hear it.

I can't hear anything.

I can't see anything.

Just the beat of my heart.

I try to get up, but the emptiness starts pushing me down.

I decide not to move and to just stay there. See what happens.

...

...

...

Silence.

I look around.

Nothing.

I don't know where I am...

Is it that same place from that nightmare before?

Am I dreaming?

All I remember is that man and then those eyes appearing again.

It's silent.

I don't want it to be.

It's too quiet.

Before the silence starts burning into me, I need to break it.

I guess I'll just talk.

"Hello?"

"No that's stupid, Dan, don't say 'hello' who the fuck is gonna answer back?"

I try to think straight.

"Where am I? I mean. I guess I'm in that nightmare place, but where is that?"

...

"What exactly happened?"

Memories start to flood back.

Breakfast...

Waitress...

Man...

Darkness.

Silence.

...

Silence.

Oh no.

Silence.

Oh god.

Silence.

Burning.

I try to start talking again, but my mouth isn't working.

It hurts.

I can feel the burning run down my throat.

I'm choking.

I hold my neck, trying to rub out the pain.

It's starting to really hurt.

It's starting to sizzle the top layer of my skin.

The silence is burning.

The darkness is starting to push me down.

I can still feel the agony running down my throat and into my lungs.

I hold my chest as I feel my legs drop.

The nothingness on the ground rips through my knees.

The spiking pain in my chest starts to pound throughout my whole body.

I hug myself tightly, trying to find an escape.

I start to shake.

Silence.

I huddle my knees closer to my chest.

Silence.

The beating, scratching, poisonous pain is starting to rip into places I couldn't know.

My eyes, my brain, my muscles.

It's all scorching into every part of my body.

It's not stopping.

...

I can feel those eyes starting to watch me.

All over.

Everywhere.

I know they're there.

All the sudden, I feel all the pain,

all of the burning poison,

all of the pushing emptyness,

all of the unbearable watching of the eyes,

it entirely rushes up to my head.

I puke out a mass of blood.