Phan-Near Death Experiences

Chapter 14 - This is Hannah

1 Week Later

Dan's POV.

Over the last week, things finally started to go my way. I remembered loads more about Philisnotonfire4, the emails and the night Phil found me. I could actually remember the words Phil had said to me while he was trying to get me to look at him whilst on the phone to the ambulance. The sound of him bawling down the phone, helpless and alone. I remember the smell of blood. My blood. I remembered all of this, but nothing about the dark figure that I saw just moments before I had blacked out, nor did I understand what this memory meant.  Although usually these memories would be something I would want to banish from my mind, now they came as a blessing, not a curse; as they meant I was getting better. Something I knew Phil wanted more than anything. On several occasions I had overheard him bawling down the phone to  his mum, saying how he wanted 'his Dan back.' Well finally, I think he was getting what he wanted.  

'I still don't understand it,' I sighed, tracing circles on Phil's bare stomach as we lay on his bed, something that was becoming more frequent now that my memory had started coming back.

'Understand what?' He rested his head on mine.

'This memory thing. I can't stop thinking about it and I just feel like I'm missing something important, I mean, isn't it freaking you out a bit?' I continued with my circle tracing. 'And if I'm honest, it's really pissing me off that I can't remember what they looked like. I mean, it's kind of really freaky that I can't remember anything about them, don't you think?' I looked up at him and saw him staring blankly at a wall.

'Freaky,' He replied, sadly stroking my hair .

'Phil? A-Are you crying?' He quickly wiped the tears off of his face. 'Are you okay?'

'You wouldn't understand,' He sniffed, pushing me away from him and walking into the living room, slamming the bedroom door behind him. Woah, was it something I said? I sat up and pushed my hair out of my eyes. Maybe he's just as scared as I am. I sighed and climbed out of bed, nervously biting my nails. I walked over to Phil's wardrobe, which was plastered in photos of the two of us, causing a slight smile to escape from my lips. A photo of me on his back while we were in hysterics a few months ago at a Youtube conference stood out to me.  We both looked so happy; but now we were in tears most of the time. What happened to the smiles in the photos? I smiled weakly and walked into the living room.

'Yeah...It needs to be today.....It's serious....He won't want to leave the house...Yep, okay.....2.....Yeah see you in a bit....Thanks...I really appreciate it.' Phil said, hanging up the phone.

'Who was that?' I asked, putting on the best smile I could.

'It doesn't matter,' He looked up at me sadly as he walked into the kitchen and ran the tap.

'Are you sure? Because it sounded pretty important to me-'

'I said it doesn't matter!' He snapped slamming his hands down on the kitchen surface. He sighed loudly, calming himself down. He grabbed a glass from a cupboard and filled it up with cold water. 'I'm sorry,' He turned around and smiled at me. 'But you just wouldn't understand.' Phil turned his back to me and rested his arms out in front of him, taking deep breaths. 'Someone's coming round in a bit. Go and get dressed, Dan.' It wasn't a request. It was an order.

He walked towards me on the way to his room, but I stepped in front of him.

'What's up with you today?' I said, lightly grabbing his arms so he couldn't walk past me. 'Was it something I said earlier? Because if it was, I'm sorry.' I kissed his cheek and pulled him in for a hug. His body tensed up as he pushed me away.