“hey, allie? i’m freaking out.”
he couldn’t figure out what was actually going on. they’d been on a school trip, he had gotten bitten by a weird spider, and he’d gotten so sick he had to go home. it was the middle of the night now, and he’d woken up feeling... good. but a weird kind of good. everything was loud, and bright, and he couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on, so he’d picked up his phone.
“my phone is stuck to my hand.”
it sounded stupid, but he couldn’t let go of it. he’d barely been able to actually dial her number, but one step at a time. “can you come over? i-i think something’s wrong.” / @sheprecedent ; plotted.














