When Darkness Falls

Nightmare (Phil's POV)

*PHIL'S POV*

I'm just standing there with my feet unwillingly plastered to the hardwood floor of my living room. The whole atmosphere is practically screaming that something terrible it about to happen. I take in a shaky breath as I'm forced to watch the horrible scene unfold in front of me.

The little thirteen year old me is standing there glaring at my mother. Her eyes are wide and I can see tears threatening to pour out of her eyes as the dream me says, "You're a horrible mother."

My stomach clenches painfully at how hurt she looked at my spiteful words. "Mom, I'm so sorry please-" I try to reach out to her but I'm suddenly yanked back right before my hands can grasp her arm.

Now I'm sitting in the passenger seat of her car watching with tear filled eyes as she lets out a series of quiet sobs. Dammit, why was I such an ass to her? This is all my fault.

Right as the car came up upon a part of the road covered in ice, she reaches up from the steering wheel to wipe her face before I can even try to stop her. "Mom no!" But of course I still tried, reaching frantically towards the steering wheel only to find that my hand went right through it.

Next thing I know we're spinning out of control on the icy road in a series of spins and circles. My mom lets out a blood curdling scream as she tries frantically to get control over her car.

Panic shoots through my whole body as I try to think of something, anything, to help the situation. But when I glance out the window, I'm met with a series of gigantic oak trees that we're heading straight towards. My mom lets out another horrible scream, and I just cry out with tears streaming down my cheeks as I prepare for the collision. All of my mother's noises are cut short as soon as we made impact.

Then everything went black.

I sit straight up in my bed flailing my arms frantically while taking in large amounts of air in huge gulps before I finally realize I'm awake.

A quiet cry escapes my lips as I bring my hands up to my face so that I can bury it in them.

God dammit. It's been so long since I've had one of those dreams. Why now? And at-

I look over to my dresser and grab my phone to check the time. Groaning loudly in the process, I slam the phone back down.

2 a.m. Did you really have to do this to me so late? Now I'm not going to be able to sleep again.

Deciding I might as well not even attempt to go back to sleep after that scarring nightmare, I swig my legs over the side of my bed and, with a heavy heart, I slip on a shirt and head towards the door. There's only really one place I can think to go when I have nightmares. Sure it wasn't like going there would help anything, but it gave me something to do rather than sit in my bed for the rest of the night letting the images of the nightmare flash through my mind over and over again.

Once I reach the bottom of the stairs I realized a few tears had escaped my eyes without noticing. Quickly, I bring my hand up and wipe them away. Sometimes my dad would be awake when I had nightmares like this. He knew what and where I went when I had them, but he never tried to talk to me about it. I guess I can't blame him. I've been shutting him and pretty much everyone else out since she died. People were lucky to get a word out of me when they asked about my mother or if ,by some miracle, they would ask what was wrong. I'm not huge on talking to people about things like that.

Well, let me rephrase that. I love talking to people about things, but I have to trust them. I have to be completely comfortable with them to ever open up, so that's why I never do. I'm not close with anyone.