Dreams

Two

Dan's POV
"Dan, mate." A muffled, distant voice says. "Smith...? Dan," A blurry hand waves in front of my face, the lines on its palm become more and more defined as I come back into focus.
"Dan," The voice says clearly. "Are you alright? You been zoning out a bit."
I look up to see Charlie looking down at me, his brows furrowed.
I blink my eyes at him.
"Dan."
I quickly nod my head.
"Yeah, Yeah. I'm alright. Just... just thinking, is all."
Well, I'm not lying. I just can't tell what's real and what's not anymore. I don't even know if (Y/N) is a real person, and yet... These last few weeks have been the best of my life. And I'm only truly happy when I'm asleep, because that's when I don't have to be afraid. That's when I get to see her.
"About what, exactly?" Kyle butts in, poking his head out from his bunk.
I shake my head.
"That's the problem. I'm—... I'm not sure."
Kyle sighs, hauling himself up and resting his arms on his thighs. He looks at me worriedly.
"Dan, maybe we should get you some help." He says. My eyes shoot to his.
"Kyle, no. I don't need help. I'm not going crazy, I'm just—... I'm just a little stressed lately." I run my hand down the back of my head and I squeeze the skin at the base of my hair.
"I'm not saying that you're going crazy, but... Maybe it would help with the stress of everything." He whispers.
I give a small nod.
Maybe he's right.
"Yeah... Give them a ring and schedule something for—... um, tomorrow morning." I say, waving my hand. Kyle gives a gentle smile, nodding.
Going to therapy isn't bad though, right? I shouldn't feel weak for this. It's not weak to seek help.
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Dan's POV—Dreaming
I open my eyes and I'm standing in the train, the lights flashing by the windows. The train slows to a stop as light floods the train. The doors open and everyone starts pouring out, shoving me towards the exit.
I stumble out into the platform and I look around. I'm underground. There's a staircase leading up, and as I ascend those steps, I'm greeted with thousands of unfamiliar faces, and a massive room, with two glass doors and lots of windows at the front.
I look at my watch. 9:30.
—
Running in a dream feels like nothing. Like I could go forever. But as I near the park and I don't see (Y/N), my energy drains. I look at my watch again. 10:00.
I walk over to the bench in the middle of the park, illuminated by the lamplight, as is the building behind me. The sky is a dark blue, with a dusting of stars and satellites. I glance back at my watch. 10:30. I let out a worried sigh. What if her dad got to her, and I wasn't there to stop him? What if she's hurt?
Time goes by fast in dreams, but for some reason, it feels like forever.
At around midnight, I can feel myself starting to wake up, as I look down at my hands and they begin to fade. And then they suddenly flash and reappear. I look up,  into the depth of the park, and a figure appears out of the shadows. I stand, brushing my hands off on my pants.
"You came." I breathe. She looks so beautiful...
"Of course I did..." (Y/N) says, walking towards me, and I out stretch my arms, she places her hands in mine.
"You remembered." I whispered, a smile spreading across my face. I reach out my hands and I cup her face.
"How could I forget you?"