You're Special To Me

Dan's POV- 7

I pulled my legs up to my chest, balancing the book on my knees, and switched on the lamp beside my bed. Death Note II was coming to an end, with Misa accused of being the Second Kira and Light turning himself in. Five minutes later, I put the book down and sat back with a sigh. I wasn't going to go to sleep; the nightmares were unbearable. Instead, when I was sure everyone was asleep, I pulled on my shoes and threw on a jacket. I was already wearing decent skinny jeans, ready for my midnight stroll. Ever so slowly, I opened my window wide and slipped onto the roof of the kitchen. My room was at the back, above the kitchen, so it was easy for me to sneak out at night. I jumped down onto the grass, feeling the familiar sting on my sore rib. Ever since I had broken it two months ago, I couldn't do anything without feeling a prick of pain. It wasn't like I cared; everything about me was wrong or messed up. My life was stupid, and everyone in it understood nothing, except for Phil of course. He was the only person I could really speak to.

I swerved past the little gap in the gate (yes I was that skinny) and jogged towards the park. I saw the bench where Phil and I had sat with ice-cream on our noses, and then we had erupted into a tickle-fight. I loved the memories he made with his best friend.

After the pain in me rib became too much, I slowed to a walk and then sat on that bench. More than five times I had been excused from PE since the bandage had come off, as the pain I woke up with in the morning allowed me to do nothing but walk, sit and speak with Phil. At least Tom no longer bothered me anymore, or his mates. They just glared at Phil and I from a distance.

I was so busy in my thoughts that I didn't notice a figure approach me. I shifted uncomfortably, noticing that he was big and unfamiliar. As he came closer, I saw his masked face and instantly knew that he was bad news. Gathering all the strength I could muster, I broke off at a sprint to the other end of the park, and when I looked back the man was following me. Fear made me faster, but when I reached the gates they were locked. The only way to get over would be to climb, and I was not fit to climb. Plus, the man was getting closer. Desperately, I ran to the left, and his course changed so he would catch me if I carried on. I spun around, and he stopped, confused. He couldn't turn corners sharply. I considered this good news, so I ran back the way i had come and he followed again.

That's when more came.

Five men stepped into view, all of them the same shape and size as the man, and they darted towards me. I cried out in fear and ran away from them, but a man got in my way. Surrounded, I grabbed the large spider-web pyrmid and started to climb. It was a bad idea, but I couldn't go anywhere else. Two men started to climb after me, and I stood at the top, screaming at the top of my lungs. The rest of the men grabbed hold and the frame shook. I held on tight, my breath being swept away by the wind. Suddenly, something grabbed my ankle and tugged me down... I felt my other foot slip and I was dangling off the edge. My heart thumped in my chest as he tugged again and my sweaty palms started to slide. I dug my nails into the ropes on the other side of the pole, crying now.

He tugged again.

I fell.

***

I shot up, gasping for breath and clinging to Phil who was at the other end of my bed, crying just like I had done in the nightmare. But I was safe. Phil was the one tugging on my ankle, not a masked man. My dark brown eyes met with Phil's wide blue ones. He was still clinging onto my ankle, but his other hand was shaking. I sat up, trying to catch my breath, and eventually I was ready to change for school. Phil hadn't said a word to me, but I knew what he was thinking: I should see someone. I wouldn't, though. I could pull through them, although it had been five months. I should know in the nightmares that they weren't real: I'm on Death Note X not II, and the park isn't that close. The pain in my rib was real of course, but that was because I was feeling it whilst I was tossing and turning. And it hadn't been two months; five months had passed.

I was drawn out of my thoughts by a familiar voice. "Phil?" I asked, buttoning up my shirt.

"Yes?" Phil asked, fastening his tie.

"Was you speaking to me?" I frowned at him.

"No. Why?"

"No reason." I tied my tie and pulled on my blazer. But I couldn't shake the feeling that someone kept whispering my name, and that someone was watching me.

Phil had no idea.