You're Special To Me

Phil's POV- 37

I placed my empty bowl into the sink and filled it with water. I had another twenty minutes before I had to leave, so I washed the dishes and made sure I had everything I would need: clothes, underwear, toothbrush, toothpaste, spare shoes, video camera, macbook and phone. I would need to keep in touch with Dan as he would be alone. I worried about him, but surely he was old enough to live alone, for five days at least! I told myself to stop worrying, but it increased when twenty mintues later I called for Dan to say goodbye and he didn't come. The bathroom door was still shut. I sighed in frustration as I knocked. "Dan, I need to go. Are you having a number two?"

No reply.

I tried again, but again there was silence. I twisted the handle, but it was locked. What was he doing? I suddenly remembered a time like this when we were fourteen and the bathroom door had been locked... he had been about to drown himself then.

Terrified now, I shouldered the door, calling his name desperately. "Dan! Dan, let me in!" I was going to miss my train. "Come on Dan!" After minutes of banging and shoving, the door finally gave way and what met my eyes was terrible: Dan, sprawled across the floor in a puddle of his own dark red blood, barely consious. I dropped to my knees, feeling my insides turn to jelly and my mind spin.
No way.

"Dan?" I croaked, shaking his shoulder. His eyelids fluttered and he stared at me without exoression. "Dan, how could you do this?" I sniffed, trembling all over.

"How could I do this?" He spat, and his lips and mouth were stained with blood. He looked like a murder victim. "How could I do this? No body cares about me! No one gives a f*ucking f*ck about me! I thought I was something special, but oh no... I'm not special and no one flipping cares!"

Instead of sympathy or horror, I felt anger rising up and I glared at him. "What are you going on about? People do care about you Dan-"

"No one does! No one! Do you hear me? I'm not what I appear in my videos, I conceal things from you and I'm a terrible person!"

I felt like slapping him I was that furious. "Dan shut the hell up right now-!"

"I don't care what people think about me anymore! I'm not special-"

"You're special to me!" I screamed at him, and he shut up, staring at me in shock. I didn't say any more. Instead, I stood up and walked out. I grabbed my stuff and lef the house, making sure to slam the door on my way.

***

Millions of thoughts raced around my mind as I walked to King's Cross, all of them Dan-related. What had he been thinking, doing that to himself? The stupidity...

But why had he done it? There must've been a reason. He had promised me never to do anything like that again, so why all of a sudden had he gone and done it much worse than last time? I didn't know. I reached the entrance to the station and paused. If I went in now I would just catch it, but something dropped on me and I froze. I had left him, alone, with a bladr next to him and no one to stop him. If I left now, he had five days to kill himself. He was probably doing it right now.

My heart thumping, I dropped my case, as it would be too heavy to carry along, and sprinted back the way I had came. How could I have been so stupid? I was a terrible friend, but right now Dan needed me. I swerved around a corner, a stich beginning in my left side, and stopped for one little breathe before going again despite my complainig muscles.

In all of my thoughts I didn't notice a car speeding up the road.

I didn't notice as I ran onto the road.

My last thought was Ive got to get back to Dan before something hit my side, agonizing pain spread across my body and everything went completely black.

A/N- ooohhh what's just happened here?! Sorry if I broke your pheels and you're crying right now becuase yes, that did just happen.