~ Around 2 years ago. ~

He was climbing.
Climbing.
And climbing,
Trying to get away from the upcoming horrors behind him.
He tried to get rid of the facts, that he won't make it, but he must keep going, and never stop.

As he getting closer to the exit, a pair of hands grasp onto his leg, tightly. He gasp, as he tried to keep going, but to no avail.

The person or something behind him only laugh, which makes the boy terrified, which makes him called out for help.

"Help! Please! Anyone out there, please help me!" He yell, and yell, hoping someone would come and save him from this eternal nightmare.

However, no one never answer his call... The nightmare kept dragging him back, and he tries to scratch the ground, trying to get away from the nightmare awaits him, but the force was too much, and it weakens him.

He can only scream and scream until there is no escape, all thats left are just a neverending nightmares.

He woke up with a start.
He was panting, sweating and his heart was beating wildly, and he let out a slight relief that he finally able to woke up from this terrible nightmare. He check his surroundings, and when his memory ticked in, he now remember it.

He tried not to think of it too much, or he'll be having nightmares again. He check his phone, which sat nicely at his bedside table. He grabbed it and turn it on, his eyes adjust to the brightness of his phone.

"05:03 am..."
He said it softly as he put the phone back nicely on his bedside table. He slowly got up and sat comfortably on the edge of his bed, and stretch his legs and arms around. He slowly got up and walk slowly, taking his time as he head to the bathroom.

He takes his clothes off before head inside the shower, and when he is finally inside, he turns the lid and he was greeted by the sharp cold water coming out from the shower head. He stumbled back for a bit, trying to get used to the cold waters, then he forced himself forward and start to clean himself up.

He stood there, motionless as he clean his broken body. That nightmare he has, not only once, but after that incident, this nightmare keeps happening and it barely giving him time to sleep properly. He still confused to why this keeps happening and why does the nightmare doesn't end. He wanted it all to end.

Not only the nightmares, but himself as well.
He wanted to die. Ever since he failed to save his beloved friend, whom he loved dearly, he blame it all to himself for being so weak, and useless. He does self-harm everyday, on his wrist and thighs, around 10 to 25 cuts a day, or more. Needless to say, he is a very deeply troubled man.

When he finally finishes his shower, he dried himself with a towel that hang nicely on the wall hanger. When he finished, he used the towel and cover his lower area and head outside and back to his room. When he finally arrive, he closed and lock the door behind him and open his closet, trying to find a suitable clothing for him to wear to school. When his eyes keep searching, he finally found the right uniforms for today. He took them out and lay it nicely on his bed. He take his towel off and throw it on the bed, as he start to wear his clothing.

He wore a simple dark blue t-shirt, and a pair of black jeans. He quickly went to his bedside table to grab a pair of glasses. After that, he went outside and went to the kitchen. He lived in a simple apartment, nothing to amazing or special, at least it's comfortable enough for him to live in. Though the comfortable didn't help a lot with his constant nightmares, shadow figures and whispers, at least he has a place to live in. He loves this place.

He quickly make some coffee and some toast for the morning. He look up to check the clock, "05:42 am..." he still have a lot of time. When he finally made his breakfast, he sat softly on the chair near his sink, and just put a plate of toasts and a mug of coffee. He just eat it slowly, taking his time. He still wonders when will the nightmare ends, and when will his life ends too. He had lived his life only with his best friend, she was everything to him. Without her ever since that day, it makes him... incomplete.
As if something was missing inside his heart.

But that day has passed, and what's done is done. He know he can't change that. Ever since that day, his life has been miserable, sad, empty, filled with mixed emotions of anger, sadness, and regret. We couldn't forget that day, even til this day, the nightmare still haunts him.

If there is a way, any way to bring her back, he would put his life on the line. Anything, anything for his friend.

When his mind back to reality, his plate is empty, same for the mug, i guess he unconsciously eating and sipping his coffee while he is day dreaming.

When he finally finish, he grab his bag with books and necessary things for today, his lunch, water bottle and his black jacket, he finally out of his house, and into the dark, empty and cold street of his neighborhood, on his way to school. He lock the door behind him, and take a deep breath, before he finally walk towards his destination, school.

This is gonna be an exhausting day...

(This story plot created by me, and edited by my friends: MidnightPlayz , Queen_Potato15 , NikkigamingMC and Valkohh 😘)