Dan P.O.V
It was about 2 am... that's all I knew.
I was on my way home, walking through the darkened London streets as my haunting phobia started crawling its way up my neck. The dark had always been a problem with me, the reasoning behind it is unknown. No, the boogyman is not the one that I see chasing after me...I don't see anything at all. That's the problem. My imagination is so broad that I can't even think about what might be lurking in the dark alley way I am about to pass. It just remains a daunting thought that overcomes my brain until I can't think of anything else but what I might encounter.
Phil must have been waiting for me. He must have called thirty times but my ability to ring him back was disabled by the fact that my phone was dead and had been for the last two hours.
I wobbled my way down for half a block before coming to the stop sign. Poor stop sign, I thought, you're always stopping people from getting where they need to go...no one likes you, you poor, old stop sign. At the time, I hadn't realize how drunk I actually was. But that realization would come a short while later.
The party. Oh god, the party. I had downed three beers within a half hour and another two before we left. Well...before I left. I couldn't remember what had happened to Phil.
"I cannot say that I am surprised Dan Howell."
I heard Phil's voice from the party in the back of my head.
"Phil. Why are you even acting like this?! It sounds like your blaming me for something other than what happened!"
I sit down on the curb, clutching my head in my hands. God dammit Dan, why couldn't you have just listened to him?! My thoughts scream at me and his voice starts flooding into my mind, but I let it submerge me in its depths.
"You don't get it Daniel...you never will."
I remember my hand reaching out for his arm as he turned around. I didn't want him to leave, especially not like this. My drunken ruin, I remember, caught the best of me at the worst time.
"What's wrong Philly?" I had teased him with that god awful nickname that he couldn't stand. "Were you going to confess your love me for or something?"
That had gotten a few laughs from the crowd that was over hearing our argument but it only got a cold stare from those hard, blue eyes.
"Go fuck yourself Dan."
His last words to me...I remembered them so clearly like they were words I had heard all of my life. His mouth had formed those words and he had spit them out at me like poison...hoping to burn me with them.
The tears burned at the back of my blurry eyes as I pictured him walking away, through the heated bodies of eavesdropping souls.
I saw it over their heads, saw Taylor grab him by the arm and hold him in his while Phil's eyes leaked onto his jacket.
I could feel it now. The same feeling you get when you know that you have made the biggest mistake of your life...the one that you get when your about to make it. My face got red and my chest felt tight beneath my dark blue shirt. I could feel the anger in my eyes as if that was what they were made of. Pure fire burned at me and forced me forward, through the masses of moving bodies and sweat. Through the voices and murmurs and stares. I had made it through everything until I pulled the two of them apart and my fist collided with Taylor's face.
Remembering it now brought the pain back to my knuckles...the red hot embarrassment back to my face. Gasps and screams were heard out throughout the crowd as Taylor's body crumpled to the ground. His eyes were closed.
Oh fuck, I had thought, Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I've fucking killed him. dammit Dan, why the hell did you do that?! Fuck! Where's Phil??
The people crowded and swarmed over Taylor's unconscious body. As for me, my eyes had scanned the crowd looking for that familiar face. The face that I knew would be encased in utter disappointment and hate. But I couldn't see him anywhere.
Phil was gone.
