Dan's POV
It wasn't fair. Why did I have to be haunted and scarred every time I closed my eyes at night? Why couldn't I just sleep? Why...?
Phil had saved me from them once again that night. He jolted me out of my miserable state... These tremors... No, they're worse than tremors... These terrors... I feel like my mind is caving in on itself...
And every day I had a normal, happy, care-free day with my Phil. Every night I slept well or had funny dreams that I'd wake up smiling after. But now... Things are different...
Every. Single. Night.
Every single night after that there was another nightmare. There was a disaster, or a tragedy, or a demon... I couldn't escape from them. They'd always torture me or kill me or take away Phil... And I could do nothing.
Phil called a therapist. I hated going to see him though. I wouldn't even talk to him. No matter how hard it was, I preferred to fight my battles without all this psycho-babble bullshit thrown at me.
Those next two weeks were the hardest of my entire life.
Phil tried so hard to keep me happy and animated but it was the same thing every night. I woke up screaming and crying in a tangle of sheets, he would rush into my room and try to snap me out of it, I would eventually calm down, at which point he would have to carry me to his room, and stroke my hair until I fell back asleep. I would wake up in the morning hardly able to move.
He tried so hard. But what was the point when every day was exhausting and pointless and every night was a horrible disaster waiting to happen...?
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That morning was like every other.
I sat at the kitchen trying not to collapse forward, my face a blank, expressionless, nothing.
Phil tried so hard. He made me cereal and tried to make me laugh and when I didn't respond he would place his hands gently on my cheeks and look me in the eyes.
"You're having a pretty hard time here, aren't you?"
I could just nod.
For a minute I almost smiled at the sight of his twinkling blue/green eyes. But then he turned and continued to clean the kitchen while I solemnly hunched over the kitchen table.
"Can I just stay in bed today...?"
I asked him finally.
He sat down in the chair next to me and turned to look my in the eyes.
"Dan... You haven't even gone outside since last week. Don't you think that's contributing to the problem?"
I just stared at him unresponsively.
He finally just looked down and sighed.
"Fine. One more day of rest. But tomorrow, you and I are going somewhere whether you like it or not."
I nodded.
Then, dropping my spoon back into my bowl of cereal, I stood up and dragged myself back to my room.
I reached the doorway and hesitated.
Seeing my covers thrown in a heap on the floor and the scattered items on my dresser I had knocked over in my last fit of hysteria was too much. I couldn't go back in there.
I turned to walk back to the living room, but ended up nearly running into Phil in the hallway.
I expected him to walk past me but instead he put his hands on my shoulders.
"Are you okay...?"
He asked quietly.
"No."
"Can I help?"
I shrugged.
"I'm sorry, Daniel."
His voice broke as he said my name. Tears were brimming in his eyes.
The silence was filled with the shattering of my heart inside my chest.
"No, no, no, please don't be upset, Phil. I'm fine, see?"
I demonstrated to him by forcing a wide smile on my face.
But he didn't buy it. A tear started to run down his face but he quickly wiped it away.
"No, you're not 'fine', Dan. You're falling apart. And it's all because of something that I can't help! I mean, shit! Look at you! You can't even truly smile at me!"
He was crying by now. He had his hands up to his face to try and hide it, but there was nothing he could do to conceal him emotions.
"That's not true, Phil! Think about it this way. I may be falling apart, but do you realize where I'd be without you here? What would I do if you didn't wake me up from my episodes? What if I didn't have you to save me?!?"
He nodded, but still cried harder.
I started to cry too.
"I miss you so much, Daniel... I miss my little danosaur..."
He choked.
"I'm right here!!! I'm right in front of you, how can miss me???"
"No!!! You're not! My danosaur had twinkling eyes... And a beautiful smile... And a laugh that melted me..."
His voice lowered.
"Where is he, Dan?"
I shook my head and looked down. He looked down too. And for a moment, we both just stood there in front of each other, sobbing like children. Finally he looked up at me.
"God dammit, get over here."
He said and pulled me into him, squeezing as if something would yank us apart if he didn't hold on for dear life. I wrapped my arms around his slender waist and allowed the remainder of my tears to spill out onto his shoulder. But he didn't mind. He just held me. And that's all I wanted him to ever do. Was hold me. Forever.
(A/N) did anyone recognize the song reference I threw in there?😏 Let me know in the comments😁
