Phan-Near Death Experiences

Chapter 8-Anonymous

Dan's POV.

Phil sat with me for most of the night, quietly sobbing to himself. He never let go of my hand. Not once. I lay as still as I could pretending to be asleep, not wanting him to be embarrassed that I'd caught him crying-but in reality I just wanted to curl up next to him for the whole night. After he'd left, I limped out of bed and went and sat at my desk. The Manchester lights glowed in the pitch black of the sky, and they made me relax, made me think about things clearer.

I thought about YouTube and how lucky I was to have met so many amazing people. I thought about my family and how lucky I am to have them. But most of all, I thought about Phil, and how lucky I was to have him in my life, and how very close I had come to saying goodbye to him, forever, today. I didn't tell him this, but the doctor told me that I was lucky to be alive after the amount I'd taken and how strong the pills actually were.

You don't realise how lucky you are to have these things, until they are almost torn away from you. 

As I stared out the window, I noticed two lights in the middle of a completely dark area. One of the lights flickered, it's light was weak, while the other one flickered slightly, but glowed brighter and stronger than the other. Even though they were both breaking, one was staying strong for the other one. Phil was weak right now, and I needed to be strong for him even though I was emotionally and physically hurt too. The thing that hurt the most, is that I knew Phil still didn't believe me-he still thought I'd taken too many of them on purpose.

I woke up the next afternoon in my bed, even though I'd fallen asleep at my desk. 'Right, so either I sleepwalked, or I teleported.' I whispered to myself. I could hear Phil muttering to himself in the living room. I leapt out of my bed, desperate to see if he was alright. I gave a shriek of pain and fell to the floor. My ankle was on fire. My entire body ached, purple bruises were everywhere- and I mean everywhere.

'Dan!' Phil came bursting into my room, 'Dan, are you alright?!'

'Yeah, I'm fine. My ankle just gave way a bit.' He sighed sympathetically, but he looked relieved that I hadn't knocked myself out or something.

'C'mon, let me help you up.' He strode over to me, and lifted me up effortlessly. Someone's been working out. 'You've got to be careful, Dan.'

'I know, I just wanted to see if you were alright, you know, after yesterday and all that.'

'I'm fine! I was just worried about you that's all.' I hugged him around his waist and rested my head on his shoulder.

'I love you, Phil.' He hugged me back.

'Me too. Since that it is 5'oclock, I'm going in the shower, call me if you need anything.' He kissed my cheek laughing, and then left the room. I could tell he was still upset, no matter how hard he tried to hide his feelings. I decided to edit 'Philisnotonfire 4,' besides-I had nothing better to do. I sat down at my computer and began editing. The video was looking amazing. 

It wasn't just any video to me-it was the video that started it all. If you looked at it deep enough, it showed the feelings. You know, the feelings. What if we hadn't made this video? Would we still be just sitting around, playing Skyrim all day?

'You got mail!' My computer literally shouted at me. I logged onto my emails.

From anonymous.

Why couldn't you have just died? You've made my job so much harder, Daniel. Oh wait, what was it Phil said at the hospital? 'It's Dan.'

What? Stupid Troll.

'You got mail!'

From anonymous.

Did you have a nice fall down the stairs? I know I enjoyed watching it.