Invisible Stars- Phan

19-Dan/Lola's Pov

Warning: this chapter is really intense and involves blood, knives and mentions of cutting. If this is sensitive stuff to you, don't read ahead. Please stay safe and don't read too into this

My eyes open to music, like a child singing. I groan and stumble out of our bedroom to the living room where I catch Phil in his pyjamas, with my cereal and watching the original 1982 'Annie' movie. I sneak up from behind and grab his shoulders, singing one of the lyrics from the Tv. He turned invisible in shock and surprise and once realising it's me, hit me playfully "don't do that!" I laughed, kissing his cheek and walk to the kitchen. I'm happy he's in a better mood, he was really down yesterday after I told him the news "the sun will come out tomorrow, so you gotta hang on 'till tomorrow" he giggled as I sung along to the song as I made myself breakfast. 'Annie' is me and Phil's favourite movie, we like the 2014 version but we adore the 1982 version better. Maybe it's because we're orphans and Annie's a foster kid? We don't know, I think Phil just likes the songs "tomorrow, tomorrow. I love you, tomorrow! You're always a day awayyyyy" I turn, seeing Phil beaming at me as he sung. I grab a knife, using it as a microphone and sing into it "when I'm stuck with a day that's grey and lonelyyyy" he laughed, getting up and standing on the couch, posing "I just lift up my chin and grin and sayyyyyy, ohhhhh" I was about to sing the next lyric when I accidentally cut myself, making Phil stop acting silly and get concerned. I hiss and put the knife down "are you ok?" I nod, examining the cut. It was tiny, but it felt like I just opened up my finger. Before I knew it, my breathing grew short and my heart started thumping loudly in my ears and I fell backwards with Phil running over and catching me "ok, ok I've got you" the movie played in the background as I lay in Phil's arms, looking at the cut. My mind was racing, how could I have such a strong reaction to such a small and minor cut? I was brought back to when I hurt Phil, leaving blood flowing down his forehead. He was extremely weak for the whole night and next night at the bar "I think our power is from our blood" he looked down at me as I chuckled softly, I stuck my finger in my mouth sucking the blood and cleaning my aching finger "that makes sense, so in order to get rid of our powers we have to lose blood?" I nodded at his connection, continuing to clean my finger

Trigger Warning, blood
"Won't we end up in hospital though or worse, die?" He helped my weak body up, my head and heart still pounding loudly. I groaned, looking at him "if we're careful, we should be alright" He sighed, thinking for a moment before nodding and asking how we'd do it. I get up shakingly and stumble to the counter, picking up the blood covered knife that had previously cut me "I say stab ourselves" he jumped up, running to me and taking the knife out of my hands "are you insane?! We'd die! We aren't immortal, Dan!" I crossed my arms, thinking. He's right, he's the voice of reason. I tap my foot as I thought "cut ourselves then, that way we'd lose enough blood and shouldn't die" he put my knife down, leaning against the counter and watching the movie as he thought. His hair went turquoise, meaning he's scared "it depends, bear. Depends on how much we lose" I take his hands comfortingly, reassuring him we'll be ok. We made plans to do it tonight, in the house. That way, someone could find us and we know exactly who will find us. That night, Phil paced anxiously as Lola's phone went to voicemail "she'll figure out something is wrong when she sees you've left 28 messages" he nodded, looking at me and hung up. He put the phone down, walking to me and taking the knife "are you sure about this?" I nodded, but I'm not sure. I'm not sure if we'll survive, I'm not sure if it'll work, I'm not sure about anything. If only our powers didn't get leaked, we wouldn't be here "Phil, I love you. So much, if we don't make it-" he shushed me, stroking my cheek and pecking my lips "we'll make it, I have faith"
"And if we don't?" He clicks his tongue, looking at me sadly "if we don't, I'll see you in heaven. I won't leave you, in life or death" he kissed me, hard and firmly. The kiss, filled with love. After, without warning he cut himself screaming "warning next time?!" I grab his wrist, steadying his arm as blood formed from his neck. The blood, red with a white glow. His invisibility. He dropped the knife, his eyes slowly shutting and his breathing coming to a stop. I catch him as he collapses, making sure he's breathing. Once I made sure he's breathing, I place him gently on the floor, kiss him and bring the knife to my arm. I jump, hearing banging "boys? It's Lola, let me in!" I sigh, ignoring her and letting the tears fall. I groaned in pain as the knife glowed with red and purple blood
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I used all of my strength and kick the door open, gasping when I see Dan and Phil lying on the floor. Dan, lying on Phil's stomach and his hand in Phil's, both with bloody knifes. I run over, pulling Dan off Phil and cradling him in my arms "Dan?" I check his breathing, he's still alive. I check Phil's, his heart is barely beating. I shakingly grab my phone, stroking Phil's hair as I dial 999 "999, what's your emergency?" I gasp, struggling to speak and hold Dan closer, seeing the blood run faster and faster "m...my sons, I j...just found th...them unconcious and wi...with blood spilling. Ones s...still breathing b...but ones b...barely alive" yes, I see them as my sons. Not my blood children, I haven't even adopted them but I've taken care of them for so long and they are family to me. They see me as their mum too. The lady on the other line told me to calm down and asked me for details. I gladly gave her their details and she told me an ambulance is on its way. I dropped the phone, pulling Phil in and hugging him as well as Dan "oh, my boys. What have you done?" I kissed their foreheads, tears falling down my cheeks as I cradled them in my arms. I'll call their families when I get them in the ambulance. An hour later, people show up with stretchers. Phil is almost gone while Dan is still, somewhat breathing. I watched as they got lifted up on stretchers, gasping when I see their rings fall. I run, picking up the gold and sliver rings that were covered in their blood. I climbed into the ambulance with them, cleaning the rings and keeping them safe as I told them stories and sung to them as nurses strapped masks and pumps to their bodies "you'll be ok, both oh you" I gasped, seeing Dan open his eyes and look over to Phil who needed more treatment "Phil...." I took his hand, squeezing it tightly and telling him Phil will be alright