i woke up to a stiff neck and soar throat. did i fall asleep after that talk with phil. i check the time and it's 2pm. damn, i blacked out.
i hear a knock on the door and i see chris coming in with some tea.
"mate, we need to talk."
i groan and put a pillow over my face. "there's nothing to talk about", i say annoyed. "you've been.. over the edge lately dan" , chris says in a light tone. "nothing's been happening, it's just.. about the fucking flowers and shit i guess", i respond.
chris gave me a look. i looked down and sighed. "its about.. p.. p..", chris then cuts me off, blurting out random words that start with a p. "pancakes? puppies? penises?" i grunt and leave my room. i'm done with this bullshit.
"where are you going?", chris shouts out. i pass phil in the living room and head to the front door. "dan!?" phil yells. i head out side, and down the stairs to the "real world". not knowing where to go i roam around and find my self at a park i've never been too.
i find a bench and decided to stop roaming. something fell on my head, and i look up. funny, the trees flowers look exactly like the flowers i throw up.
a few minutes later, a strange but familiar feeling, was sitting in my neck. i start coughing again. where the fuck is the washroom. i start panicking and had no idea what to do. i was going to call chris for help but it was too late. the flowers escaped my throat.
the flowers were a.. different color. it was a pastel pink. i look up and i was lucky enough to be alone. but i could hear a laugh near me. the most annoying laugh in the world. it was cat.
A/N: hey nnnnnnneighbor. sorry for the short and crappy chapter. i don't have any inspiration rn and school has been getting in the way. hope you enjoyed this 🐸☕️ - ava
