Paranoid - PhanFiction

Chapter #35

*PHILS POV*

Dark.

Everything was dark and I felt stuck; paralyzed.

A light started to appear and I looked at it, almost like I was under a spell to follow it but I refused. I couldn't talk or move.

Still trying to avoid the light, I heard a voice.

A soothing, sweet voice to you wake you from any nightmare and bring you total compete peace and happiness.

Dan Howell.

I struggled to open my eyes.

I finally peaked my eyes open and the brightness stung and I closed them again and I heard a gasp. I opened my eyes again to see Dan standing over me with surprise and joy.

"Phil!" He gasped and clung onto me. I weakly drug my hand up and around his back.

"W-what..." I choked from the dry air. "What happened?" I asked. "You were in a coma... For 6 months..." Dan explained as he pulled away. My eyes widened. "S-six m-months?!" I shouted. "Yeah..."

"But why? What caused it?" I asked, trying to hold back the tears. "You got into a car accident from..." He sniffed. "Drunk driving."

And that's when I broke down.

I remembered everything now.

I remembered the images, the sounds, the phone call, Chris, and the truck.

I was speechless and I just cried.

"No, no please don't cry, Lion." He sniffed and hugged me close to his chest. "It's okay.." He rocked back and fourth with me in his arms. "I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry!" I cried. "It's fine.. Do you wanna start over? Pretend none of this crap even happened?" He asked, rubbing my back. "O-Okay... Yeah.."

"Okay."