(A/N hi babies! So I'm thinking about wrapping this up... I'll be starting a new fic soon enough. Enjoy!)
Dan's POV
As we strolled across the grassy clearing, I began to become terrified of what we might find inside the shack. Was it too late to save my baby...?
After about five minutes of walking, we came to a tiny wooden building that I assumed to be our destination.
I paused for a moment to observe it. I could almost feel the horrible memories that haunted this place seeping inside me more and more as I neared it. It was horrible. Heavy. Dreadful.
Still, I readied myself for whatever could be inside. My mother and I took a glance at each other, took a deep breath, and stepped quietly to the door.
She made the sudden move of jerking her foot into the door and snapping it forward with a sharp crack, then the deep moan of the door creaking open.
She rushed inside immediately, bat raised high. Hesitantly, I followed her. Attempting to adjust my eyes to the sudden dim lighting of the shack, I saw a crumpled form in the corner. A sharp pang stabbed my chest as I realized.... Who else could it be?
Rushing towards him, I fell to my knees in front of Phil. I rolled him over to face me and immediately began sobbing at the sight of his cold, pale face.
"Phil...? Phil, are you okay? Please... just wake up..."
I sobbed pointlessly over his thin body.
Turning back to my mum, I noticed she was sat behind me, staring at Phil. Dad was no where to be found.
She shook her head and scooted closer to me, placing a gentle hand on my shaking shoulder.
"I'm sorry."
She whispered.
I sat there crying with my mum for longer than I thought possible, unable to move or function. Everuthing that ever mattered to me was gone. My life wasn't worth living anymore. There was nothing more than pain and suffering to look forward to in the remainder of my days.
Finally, I slid my arms under him and stood surprisingly easily. My mum kept her soft hand on my back as she guided me back to the car, dragging her bat behind her.
I tried not to look down at Phil as we traveled back down the gravel clearing, but I couldn't help staring down at his sweet, wonderful face, now obviously bruised in the bright light.
Suddenly, a rustling came from the distance, closer to the forest. I looked back at my mother questioningly.
"I'll go make sure it's just a squirrels or something. You get back to the car. Lock the doors until I get back."
I nodded and turned to make my way the rest of the distance to the car.
I could hardly breathe with the deep, unfillable hollowness in my chest. It was different than any other kind of sadness. It was worse than any headache. It was more deadly than any disease. I could feel it killing me already.
Finally, I opened up the backseat and continued to cry as I laid Phil down on the soft pleather seats.
"Just hold tight, Lion..."
I choked.
I threw myself into my seat up front and buried my face in my hands. I couldn't quite process anything that had happened. Not yet.
I was jerked out of my thoughts by the sharp smack of a pair of hands on the widow closest to my head. I whipped my head toward the sound to see... you know who... pressing his face psychotically against my car window.
I screamed as loudly as I could, crawling over to the other of the seats and laid a hand on the horn.
He roared angrily before banging both his fists against the car.
"IT'S YOUR TURN NOW, YOU LITTLE SHIT!!!!"
He shouted.
Suddenly, his head hit the window with a loud crack, heard over the horn and both our violent screams. He crumpled to the ground to reveal my mum standing behind him, bat clenched tightly in her fists.
My eyes were wider than they had ever been. Without question, I slid back to my seat and attempted to slow my pounding heart. My mum crossed back over to the drivers seat and got in.
"Ill tell that story later."
I nodded.
I looked back at Phil again. My life was absolutely nothing. Nothing is ever going to matter ever again. I swear. I've got nothing at all. Nothing.
I poisoned my mind with all of these thoughts on the long drive home. Not like any of them weren't true.
I looked out the window. The sky will never be beautiful to me. Ever. Again.
"What.... team....?"
"WILDCATS! Phil, shut up, I hate when you do that."
My eyes snapped open.
"PHIL?!?!"
I jerked my entire body back to face him. His eyes were open! He was okay! Or at least alive!
I ripped off my seatbelt and flailing myself into the backseat, nearly crushing poor Phil.
I adjusted myself so I was straddling his body, as he was laying down and I really didn't give a fuck that my mum was right there. Phil was alive.
Even with the tears rolling down my face, I gently took his face in my hands and slammed his smiling lips against mine.
"Hey, Hey there, you two. Cool it down."
I just shook my head and stared at the miracle in front of me. The love of my entire life. My absolute everything.
Love is forever... isn't it?
The end: )
(Guys sorry the epilogue is in a weird place, it's right after chapter 16. Hope you enjoyed the fic! Love you all, and thanks for all the support throughout this awesome journey.)
UPDATE- I FIXED IT WHOOP
