Always the saviour, never the saved.

Countless times, you’ve helped your friends from nearing life or death situations by the phantoms. You’ve helped Taylor not get impaled by a phantom, you’ve helped Logan not get kidnapped- and much more for the others, yet when you get put into those situations- you fend for yourself while the others run.

Always the coward never the brave.

You’ve always made decisions that had stopped the group from getting killed so many times, yet they all called you a coward. They were confusing you so much..

Always the artist, never the muse. ( don’t really know this meaning )

You’ve spent so much time hoping that everyone was okay, like how a mother would nurse their babies. Yet you never got that sent back did it?

So much to gain but so much to lose.

Tyler had gotten impaled by a tree, yet was resurrected somehow because in the Phantom Dimension you can’t die thankfully. You almost lost Aiden, and Ashlyn got a concussion.

Always an angel, never a GOD.

Right now you were standing protectively in front of the group, arms stretched out as a Phantom was stalking down towards you all slowly, in an eerily dark hallway. The only light being accompanied by the head torches you wore.

“Oh my god- Are we actually going to die!?” Taylor hugged Tyler, shaking a lot. Her eyebrows creased in fear and anxiousness.

“We aren’t- we aren’t-“ Tyler tried to reassure his sister, holding her tightly against him. The rest of the group were cowering down in the end of the hallway were you all were at. Aiden holding onto Ashlyn, Logan fighting back tears and Ben staring with a slightly panicked expression.