I turned around and it was Alan. He looked like he just saw a f*****g ghost, a terrible ugly ghost. I winced as he grabbed me and my eyes shut involuntarily as I was being whipped away at light speed, I opened my eyes when I was certain he had stopped moving.
We were still in the wood, the birds were still chirping and it was still day.
Alan was glaring daggers at me.
“Tell me you're one of Brent's projections, tell me he's just doing this to mindfuck me."
I was scared, if fire was rage then he was a furnace.
“I... You..." I stuttered for words and he held my shoulders and shook me as if he was not convinced that I was real, he didn't want to believe that I was real.
He held out my hand and raised it up to the sun to see if I was see through, the way Brent's projection was see throug
