(A/N I love you guys! Enjoy)
Phil's POV
With wide eyes and a small, pathetic posture in my spot against the rough wooden wall, I prepared to die. I wasn't quite sure where this "story" was going, but I had a feeling it wouldn't end happily for me. I thought that perhaps I might be able to say my goodbyes to my family and friends (and Dan, of course), but I saw no such opportunity before my expected demise.
Phil, God, why do you have to be so negative? You'll be fine. Just try and have a little faith.
Faith. Hah. Of course.
The psychotic sound of Dan's father in front of me brought me sharply out of my thoughts and back into my unfortunate reality.
"Once upon a time... there was a little something called unconditional love."
He uttered each syllable with a sharp yet slow throaty growl that sent chills up and down my spine.
"It was all we believed in.... until hate interfered...
And hate... destroyed... everything. That. Ever. Mattered."
I listened closely, but couldn't stop my thoughts from wandering around in the deep empty space of the inevitable. Looking down slightly, I noticed the broken, rusty edge of something sharp hidden amongst the debris on the ground. I began to weigh the options of what I could possibly do with such an object. My spinning mind contemplated the possibility of a surprise attack... but the likelihood of being able to seriously injure him with such a minute, dull object seemed rather low. So instead, I pondered how I could possibly write out some sort of message that might be noticed by whoever found my body. Moving my hand at impeccably slow speeds, I neared the object and grasped it in my fist.
"Love nurtures. Hate kills. But the truth is... love... doesn't quite exist... and so... that just leaves... what resulted in cold hands around an innocent throat..."
Finally, I got my hand back behind me and began noiselessly carving what I hoped would be clear words into the wood.
"Cold... Cold... hands..."
He laughed maniacally then began slowly crawling toward me, knowing I'd given up the fight.
My heart exploded in my chest. Tears rolled down my face. This was the end.
He continued to smile insanely as he came to rest inches from my face and rose his hands to graze my throat.
Forcing my eyes away from his demented face, I stared up at the morning light beginning to shine through the cracks in the ceiling.
You made me feel complete.
I'll stay with you for an eternity if I have to.
You're beautiful.
You're everything to me.
And with one final smile, cold hands began to cut off my ability to breathe.
Love is forever, Phillip.
And then everything went black.
