Fix My Life 
I had a dream.
Cold. So cold. Its all I feel. My fingertips, my toes, my chest. They are all cold to the touch. Why am I always so cold?
I look behind me to see a figure of a man. I stutter a hello, but he doesn't answer. Did he even hear me?
I see him slowly smile in the dim light. And he says something to me, that sends a shock through my bones and makes my head ache and scream.
My body shakes and I feel petrified. He turns and walks away. Something about the sentence he said wasn't right. What could it be?
I would not know, but maybe someone else would. Because all i remember is one sentence, constantly echoing in my brain.
(DAN x PHIL x READER)
THIS IS A PHANFICTION (DAN+PHIL). STORY MAY CONTAIN GRAPHIC AND VIOLENT MOMENTS THAT MAY TRIGGER EASY AUDIENCES.