Blink || Nightmares || Self-Para
"Pas...,"
His blue eyes opened to the sound of a gentle voice filling his ears, raspy in its whisper but indifferent in its tone. The light filled his eyes, the room slowly becoming clear to him as he looked forward and saw the brown haired boy before him. He looked at him, his best friend and felt the boy's hand on his own, his warm fingers caressing his own, holding onto him. Pascal took in a small breath, normal, calm, but he knew it wouldn't last. There was something, something in the back of his throat, his head, his chest, and he knew it wasn't right. His eyes scanned the area, trying to decipher where they were. Everything was numb, he couldn't make sense of it. The hand tightened around his and he looked back at the other boy.
"Pas...?" Michael whispered softly, encouragingly. Pascal swallowed as he looked into his eyes again, the numbness still there. There was a small panic in his chest. It was coming. But he didn't know what it was yet. Michael opened his mouth to speak, but when he did, they weren't in the same place, they weren't in the same time, they weren't alone. It was loud, the crashing of trees around them, the heaviness of their footfalls against the unforgiving earth, the trembling of the ground around them, deafening - But his hand was still there, just holding on tighter, just pulling him along.
He ran, following close behind Michael who guided him, only turning around to check if Pascal was awake from his daze. Pascal's eyes searched his, and suddenly, Michael's eyes were filled with something he had never seen there before - pure terror. "PAS!" he screamed over the crashing of branches around them. He blinked.
They were in the calm area again - the one Pascal couldn't figure out. He searched Michael's eyes. "Mikey?" he whispered. He blinked.
Michael was panting, looking up behind them as the world was spinning, whatever was chasing them gaining speed, the earth shaking more and more beneath their feet with every moment. Pascal searched his eyes and before he knew it, Michael's hand wasn't on his anymore and Michael was screaming his name and the ground was still shaking, but Pascal was lying face first on it, watching Michael fall to the ground in the distance as he tried to turn around, tried to save him. Pascal wanted to tell him to stop, to run, but he couldn't speak, couldn't move. As Michael grew closer to him, finally close enough to see the blue in his eyes, Pascal saw the black shadow cast over him as Michael looked up at the beast and screamed out in a horror that Pascal never knew existed. He blinked.
And then he woke up.
