The Boy With The Whiskers; Phan

Phil. C'mon. Get up.

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My eyes flicker, and I feel tears in them.
I lift my hand to wipe them away, and feel my hand finally drop down on a flat surface.
I tilt my head, and get a sudden dizzy feeling when I see a bright light hit me directly in the face, heat creeping up to my hands and thighs.

I frowned, thinking this was a little strange.

I move my hands up to my face, and bury it in them.
I sit up, trying to look around and figure out where I am. I'm not where I was before. I'm not near anywhere I know. I'm not unfamiliar with it, either.

Looking around, there are hundreds of trees in every direction, which seem to keep on going for miles, and at this point, I'm hoping they would.
Tears run down my cheeks as I make loud whining noises, noises that I've never made before, the noises of agony.
My screaming and sobbing fills the air and sky, echoing through the trunks and leaves.
I take my hands away, and look up, trying to see but failing because tears blur my vision.

I feel a hand on my shoulder, and a voice whispering, "Phil. C'mon. Get up." The voice echoes, starting to fade.
I whip my head around, expecting to come face to face with the person who I've been searching for, for the longest time. The person who had put me through this.
And I start to realize that even if they did, it wouldn't matter at all.

My eyes meet nothing.
No trace of anyone ever being there.
No foot tracks, or a smell.
Or a crunching of branches to let me know someone is actually there, but just hiding.
That's when my head went under.

The tears in my eyes keep coming, but I force myself to do as the voice said and, stand up.

I pull out my phone and check the date.
Saturday.

Has it been this long?
Dan has been gone for a month.
I've been missing for 2 weeks.
Have I been asleep for two weeks?
How am I still alive?
How am I healthy?
Was I in a coma?
Did someone leave me here?

Questions run through my mind, and I look around, trying to find out where the hell I am.

A light shining behind the trees fills my vision; the sun.

I start walking toward it, and wonder if I'll ever get home.

Once I reach the end of the forest, I start looking around.
At this point, I wasn't exactly sure what I was looking for.
Dan?
People?
A police station?

My dignity? I sigh.

In front of me, I see a familiar place.
The place where I would meet Dan.
Every Sunday, go for coffee, sit by the creek, and just.. Talk.

I start running toward it, and stop when I see no sign of anyone.
Woods empty, heart empty, mind empty.

I sit over the creek.
Looking into the water, hoping someone would drown me in it.
But I shake the thought away.