I CAN'T SLEEP ?PHAN

I screamed, I screamed so harshly my throat felt as if it was on fire; I couldn't stop screaming and crying and after a while, all that escaped my mouth were whimpers since that's all My body could produce.
In front of me lay a body, a cold and dead body with a black fringe and now dull blue eyes that didn't blink. His clothing was soaked with scarlet liquid that pooled from his slit neck, a kitchen knife still in his weak grip.
I couldn't stop crying, it was all my fault. I pushed Phil over the edge and I didn't even know it.
"Philly, Philly, please," I sniffled, burying my head in his unmoving chest, a heartbeat no longer there. My fingers wrapped around the fabric of his shirt until my knuckles were white and it hurt to hold.
I sat up and brushed his messy hair from his deathly pale face, then leaned in a pressed a single kiss to his forehead.
I eventually fell asleep with my head on my arms, still resting on Phil's chest.

My sore eyes fluttered open, my cheeks were sapped in salty tears and my heart dropped.
Without thinking, I threw my duvet off my lap and sped across the hall to open Phil's bedroom door and peer in, noticing the lump of a body under the covers.
I tiptoed across the shag carpet, drops silently leaving my lids and dripping onto my lips.
"Philly?" I whispered into the darkness. Phil mumbled something before rustling under the sheets and turning to look up at me.
I couldn't believe it, it was all just a dream; he was still alive, I still had Phil.
"Dan, what's wrong?" he mumbled sleepily, his voice groggy and rough.
"Philly," his name came out weak and sniffly. It was all out of absolute relief.
"C'mere," he mumbled, sliding over on the bed just enough and opened his arms for me to climb into. I gladly did, wrapping myself around his warm body and snuggling into his colorful duvet, breathing in the sweet scent of raspberries. I felt almost like a child next to Phil that had been frightened of something petty, which was almost exactly what I was. I needed something or someone to hold on and to relish in the relief of still having my best friend with me.
"What happened?" Phil lightly ran his fingers up and down my wrinkled tee shirt in a comforting gesture, I almost fell right back asleep just from his touch.
I was silent for a few moments before answering, "I had a dream you killed yourself."
"Oh," was all he responded with at first, his grip around me growing snug as he hugged my frail body, "I would never do that to you, Dan."
"I'm sorry," was all I could muster to say before I drifted off into a fortunately dreamless sleep. It was the first time in forever I had ever gotten proper rest, and it felt great.

A/N
kind of a shit chapter sorru, it was kind of rushed