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Tim!

It hurts... Please, help! TIM!

Tim ran away.

He let his anxiety and shaking legs guide him, making him sprint out of this place, away from his best friend's body. He heard his screams, they entered his mind and tortured his soul. Brian's agony was obvious in the trembling tone of his words, he begged the man to stay and save him. Before fleeing, Tim saw him crawling on the floor, blood pouring from the big wound on the left side of his head. He tried to stop and give him a hand, but his muscles didn't listen to him. He ran away from the screams and pleads, left his friend alone for his last moments.

Tim threw up.

Behind a tree, bending over with a hand over his stomach, he let everything out in the burnt grass. He felt dizzy, sick, exhausted, nervous... With the rest of the food he ate yesterday, the tears fell from his eyes to the ground. A few drops of blood joined the strange mixture, and Tim fell on his knees. He breathed heavily, eyes wide open as he stared at his own vomit, blood and tears. He realized what he had just done, shame and guilt took over his body, drowning him in his thoughts. Why was Hoodie there ? Why did Tim even react like that ?

He cried, and cried, for hours. But even so, it just wasn't enough. His puffy eyes didn't get his sadness out of him, his heart was still sinking in his body. His best friend was dead. The thought made him sicker, if that was even possible.

Somehow this couldn't be reality.

Brian was always with him. From college, to a few months ago. They were together, laughing and holding hands. Taking pictures together. How can someone, from one day to another, disappear ? Just like that ? It had to be a dream... A nightmare.

Tired, Tim made his way to the closest hotel, and ignoring the hallucinations at the corner of his vision and the headaches, he took a room. As soon as he reached the bed, he fell on it, and closed his red eyes.

He could still see Brian's lips curling into a smile, the dimples on his cheeks making Tim amazed... He always loved that feature. Brian's face was beautiful, so many expressions, such sparkly eyes... All of this paradise replaced by a burning hell, blood spurting from his mouth as he cried for help, drowning in his blood as it filled his throat.

Tim...

Where are you ?

He covered his ears with his hands and clenched his eyes shut. He was used to hallucinations... Seeing a shadow to his left, the tall figure on his right, the form of a ghost right in front of him; but not Brian. Brian was real, he wasn't just a painful trick from his brain.

" Brian, I'm sorry! " Tim cried out, hugging himself, searching for comfort. " I didn't mean it, please... " His voice trailed as the sobs started again. The metallic taste of blood touched his tongue, and the liquid slipped from his nose to the white blanket underneath him. Brian's voice still haunted him, begging him to come and save him.

" I can't! " He cried harder and louder, his body trembling. " Just go away! " He shouted.

The voice suddenly stopped, and everything went back to being quiet... Much to Tim's discomfort. Silence was strange, after everything he's been through. A warm feeling on his back made him shiver. His eyes shot open and he slapped the air, trying to get rid of the feeling. He sat up and looked at the wall.

A ghostly pale figure was sitting on the bed. The frame of it was slightly more visible than the rest, defining the contour of the face, the comforting smile on the ghost's lips, and the dimples on his cheeks. Its eyes were sparkling with tears as his grin got wider, showing a bit of his teeth.