Paranoid - PhanFiction

Chapter #8

*DANS POV*

Phil and I had fallen asleep while cuddling on our new couch, but I suddenly wake up in his arms, my heart beating fast and all I see is dark.

Dark.

So much dark.

The tears start to form and I see creatures dancing around the room. My heart feels like it's going to pop out of my chest and I can't move, I don't even have it in me to move Phil to wake him up.

My body starts to shake, I get goose bumps and I hear loud voices, I hear screams and I fall on the floor, out of Phil's arms, covering my ears and sobbing and screaming.

Phil jumps up and starts hugging me but there's so many things happening which then causes me to smack Phil right in the jaw.

He falls over onto the ground.

I hear a crack.

"Ow!" He yelps.

I try to form words but I can't and all I can do is curl up in a ball and sob.

"P-ph-Phil ar-are you o-o-okay?" I manage to stutter out. When I look at his jaw, there's a huge red mark and I sob harder at the sight.

I did that.

I hurt him.

He hates me.

Phil stares at me for a second and pulls me into his arms, running his hands through my hair in a calming fashion.

He picks me up bridal style and carries me into my room, placing me on my bed and he gets in after, holding me close as we lie down.

"How are you?" He whispers into my ear, making chills rise on the back of my neck.
"I'm scared." Wow... I'm such a child. He pulls me in closer and we both fall into a peaceful sleep.

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I wake up with dried tears on my face and look over to see Phil. I smile to myself and slide out of his grip and into the bathroom.

I take a quick shower and wrap a towel around my waist and walk into my room.
I walk to my wardrobe and pick through clothes for school today.

I hear a whistle and I jump, looking behind me. Phil. "I see Dan booty." He chuckles and I wrap my towel around my hips tighter. "Oh my god.." I laugh, looking back to my clothes I've picked out.

I picked a plain black shirt, and some black jeans, with some plain black socks. "It's 6:50, we should get going." Phil informs me. "Well go get dressed then!" I giggle and he runs to me and kisses my cheek then hugging me and running out.

Well okay. That just happened.

After lying on my bed for a minute, realizing what just happened, I walk into the kitchen to see Phil finishing a bowl of cereal.

I just skip breakfast, I'm not feeling up to eating and I'm still feeling a bit sick from last nights freak out. Wait... oh my god I hit Phil.
I can't believe I didn't even ask if he was okay today! As we grab our bags and books, we lock hands and I ask him, "Phil, are you okay? I hit-hit you pretty hard, oh and sorry. I just.. I didn't understand what was happen-" I was cut off by his lips on my cheek and almost to my lips, like he was deciding weather to kiss my cheek or my lips.

I wouldn't mind either really.

"It's fine, I'm fine." He smiles and tightens his grip on my hand. "I'm really sorry, though." I sigh. "Dan! Stop it's okay!" He says in an annoyed yet sweet tone. Not sure that makes sense, but that's only how I can explain it.

We take the long way walk to class, so I grab my phone out from my pocket and look through my music, picking Diane Young by Vampire Weekend. "Oh my god my jam!" Phil yelps and jumps in front of me and waving his arms and hoping.

He's so cute.

"You're so adorable..." I mumble under my breath. OH MY GOD DID... DID I SAY THAT OUT LOUD!?

"Yes." Phil laughs.
"Heh.. What?" I question.
"Yeah, you said that out loud." Phil giggles and wrapping our hands together once again.
"O-I, Okay.." I say awkwardly. CAN HE READ MY MIND? Whatever, too much thinking before school.

We soon arrive and give goodbye hugs. "Be safe." Phil whispers and walks away with a huge grin on his face. I smile but then a frown takes over.

I wish he wouldn't go..

I walk passed my class room and put my headphones in. I can't handle class right now.. I walk to a balcony close by and I look through my music, not being able to find anything I want to listen to in particular so I push shuffle.

Riot by Three Days Grace comes on and I realize, I can really relate to it.

I bring my knees up to my chest and tap my foot with the music and whisper the lyrics.

"If you feel, so empty, so used up, so let down. If you feel, so angry, just get up!"

Now this part of the song made me realize, I don't need to get better... Do I want to get better? I stay speechless as the music runs through my ears.

"Let's start a riot, a riot, let's start a riot."