The Lion and The Llama: A Phan Love Story #Wattys2015

Chapter 13

May contain some triggering scenes. Beware!

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Phil's POV

Where would he be? Come on, Phil, think! Where would Dan be? P.J. was pushing me in the wheelchair as we were speeding across town. Faces passed, but I was only searching for one. Only one.

Dan's POV

I awoke in darkness. My eyes jerked open, and I tried to sit up. A shocking pain ran through my arms, and I gasped, falling on my back again. What the hell? I slid up and propped myself up on the wall. Blood was all over the ground, and on my clothes. My arms were littered with scars and cuts, new ones. What happened? Where was Phil?

The truth hit me the a sack of bricks. Phil was gone. It was my fault. And it was all my fault. I know what I have to do. I struggled to stand up and get out of the bathroom. I hobbled to my room, my stomach aching. I had not eaten in days! Not that it mattered. When I was finished with what I was doing, nothing would really matter.

Opening the door to my room, I was surprised to find out that it was exactly the same as I left it. I think I was was missing a pillow, but other than that, it look untouched. I guess that I thought Phil would have changed it into a guest room or something. But no. Whatever. I shook my head to clear it of thoughts. I had a plan, and I was going to execute it.

I grabbed the paper. I hadn't felt it in ages. I grabbed a pen, and begun to write. I wrote two letters. Signed them. Put them on the table.

Closed the door behind me. I did not need a jacket. Nope. As I walked by, people gave me strange looks due to the blood on my pants. Whatever.

Phil's POV

"The house!" I groaned. How could I have been so stupid? Thankfully, we were close by it. I clambered up the stairs as quickly as I could, seeing as my heart stopped just an hour ago. Somehow, I got up there and opened the door. I rushed through the place, yelling for Dan. Then, I walked into the bathroom.

Blood. Blood staining the floor. What... Dan? I saw something silver on the floor and picked it up. It was a blade. But... Not my Dan? He wouldn't? No. He was happy! Right? If he was happy, then why did he leave? A voice in the back of my head nagged.

"Phil? We found something!" Chris yelled from the front room. I walked over to them and paled. Letters. Two letters. One was addressed to Chris and P.J, and the other to me. I picked mine up.

Dear Phil,

Hello. This is really stupid. By the time P.J. and Chris read this, I will be with you, wherever you are. But if something happens, and it is really you Phil, then just know that I love you. And I could not live in a world that you were not in. Especially when it was my fault. I went to the bridge. I do not know why I am telling you this, but I know you, Phil, and I know that you would want to know. Don't ask what bridge, because I know you know. But... Bye, Phil. I love you, and I will see you soon.

Love, Dan

I looked up, my jaw setting. Throwing down the letter, I ran out of the apartment. I needed to find him.

Dan's POV

I took my time walking, but then sped up. It would be easier to get it over with.

The wind whipped by my arms, freezing me and making my cuts burn. Well. Not that is mattered. I only walked faster.

The people I passed were getting scarce now. Only on a rare occasion would a car pass by. Soon enough, I would make it to my destination. Soon... Soon, it would all be over. Soon, I will be with Phil again.

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Yeah. That was horribly written. Sorry, I am not feeling great with school and family stuff. It was short, I know that. No goal, because it was slightly pointless. Yeah.
I do not know when I can next update, but it may be soon.
See ya,
-Nalan