Attached [Cykophan Oneshots]

-; Red

//Short, simple, and angsty. Enjoy 💜.

PHANTOM'S POV

I don't remember anything. I can't remember anything. All I remember is waking up somewhere dark, cold, alone.

I remember trying to stand, and wincing in pain. I don't remember being hurt. I remember tears immediately rushing to my eyes from the pain. It shot all throughout my body, and I didn't even know the source of it. I remember forcing myself up onto the ground and wandering, practically limping as I moved. Everything was so dark.

And it still is.

I don't know where I am. I feel so alone. I feel isolated. Everything hurts. I'm lost. What happened? Why am I here? Thoughts were rushing through my head so fast that I wanted to cry again.

That's when I heard it. The broken, shaking voice that shattered my heart once I comprehended it.

I could hear Cyko's voice pleading, as if he were hurt as well. He was crying. I could hear him.

No matter how hard i tried, I couldn't see him.

His voice was almost a tease. As if it weren't him. As if I were just here to suffer. But it had to be him. It had to be. I refused to believe otherwise. His sobs were soft, but I could hear him. He always sounded as if he could be right in front of me, but he wasn't. Why couldn't I find him? What was I doing wrong? Why...Why me?

I felt my knees become weak and my vision blur as I was overcome by my own pain and emotions. Why is he crying? Why can't I save him? Question after question it was. I fell to the ground and just sobbed. How long had I been here? Can't this just be a bad dream? Please, let this be a bad dream. I can't remember anything outside of this. Why? I just want to know why. What's the meaning of all this?

I don't want to ask any more questions, but I don't know what to do. I'm alone, and I can't find what's most important to me. I don't want to leave Cyko to suffer. I can't.

CYKO'S POV

Where am I? What's going on? Why...Why does everything hurt so bad? I had questions running through my head as I looked around in the seemingly endless darkness. I felt as if I had been stabbed in the chest, literally. The pounding headache and the fatigued, weak feeling throughout my body didn't help either. I wanted to cry. How long have I been here? I can't remember anything before right now...I don't even remember if I've just woken up here now, or if I've just gotten a grip on reality already. I was then hit with a feeling that could only be compared to being punched in the throat.

I was afraid. I was deadly afraid.

I was alone. Nobody was around. Already on the ground, I curled up and quickly turned into a crying, shaking mess. I didn't know where I was, and I was alone, and...that was scary. Fear isn't something I've always been used to. Everything hurt. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I felt as if I had been stabbed. I sat up, sliding my hoodie off of my arms and looking down at myself. Nothing. No visible wounds. Why was I in so much pain? Was this some sick joke? Am I dreaming?

...no. The pain is far too real. My head hurt so bad that I could only begin crying again. I didn't want to be alone. I was so dependent on being with other people. I didn't know when I started, but eventually I was pleading for help. Everything hurt so bad, and thoughts were rushing through my head more than I could handle. My voice felt and sounded broken. I didn't want to be here. I just wanted to be home.