Ninety Nine Days - Phan (Boyxboy)

Chapter 7

Dan's POV

I didn't care about anyone who was watching, or what they were doing, I only cared about Phil, and getting to him in time. I didn't know how fast I was going or how far there was left to run. I just needed to get to my Lion. I needed him and I hoped he needed me too. I just prayed it wasn't too late.

I pushed past a group of people, not fully hearing what they shouted at me as I passed. I wiped more tears from my eyes, my vision blurring as the blood from my hands blended in with the tears around my eyes.

Phil's pale face was in the back of my mind. He was laughing and grinning, and he was making that perfect smile that he hated but I loved. I stopped running as he appeared in front of me.

"Ph-Phil..." I whimpered, reaching out for him, but I received no response from my partner in crime.
He just stood there, staring back at me. He giggled and began to walk backwards slowly, beckoning for me to follow slightly whilst still looking into my eyes with his bright blue eyes and leaving me clawing at the air.

"Phil... I love you... I'm so s-"
What was I sorry for? He was fine! He was right in front of me, not a hair out of place and laughing that oh so perfect laugh, grinning his oh so perfect smile.

I staggered towards him and he smiled at me as I reached out for him. Once again, he giggled and began to pace backwards faster and faster. He was playing with me! He was taunting me! I stared on in disbelief as I watched Phil laughing at me, chuckling at my tormented state - laughing at my needs for his arms to embrace me.

"Ph-Phil..." I whispered with a tremulous voice, looking at Phil standing there with his hands on his hips with his perfect smile gracing his features. He stared at me with an empty gaze, before scoffing and walking away.

"Phil! Ph-Phil come back!" I yelled at his fleeting figure which had begun to disappear around the corner of the street, which prompted me to give chase to my lover; my Lion. He had his back to me, as if he was ignoring my desperate cries and pleas for him to turn around.

I tried to wrap my arms around him to encase him in a hug that I desperately wanted to give him - for him to turn around and silence my cries and for this entire day to be just a dream...

But my arms went right through him. His body shattered like glass in front of me, breaking into thousands of tiny shards and lay in front of me, as if to mock me for all of my mistakes and failures within our relationship. I screamed as his remains scattered across the ground.

"Phil... Phil no! Come back... C-come back!" I dropped to the floor, my body shaking as I wept. I'd broken Phil. I'd done it again.

"PHIL!"

I drew in deep breaths between huge sobs as I cried more.
"Don't go, Phil! I need you! I... I need you..." I raised my voice, staring at the damp ground where Phil had fallen apart in front of me. The shards that were left of him seemed to remain and shine on the pavement like a smashed glass bottle, showing Phil laughing, smiling; us.

The shards began to disappear into the concrete - the shards of my lover and my life - each precious moment, one by one. I pawed at the pavement, trying to take back as much as I could of him, but gaining nothing but grazed hands and tears in my skin. Tears streamed down my reddened cheeks as I gazed down at my bleeding hands in confusion.

The fresh scarlet ran down my palms and created rivers down my wrists, but I was too numb, yet in agonising pain at the same time, to notice how much it stung.

"How could you leave me like this, Phil?! How could you?! What am I going to do without you?!" I yelled, smudging the blood across my face like war paint as I wiped more tears from my eyes. "Look! Look at me! I'm already a mess!" I realised I was screaming at myself and my head shot around to see if anyone was watching.

There was a group of people watching from a distance, afraid to go near me.
"I wouldn't blame them, I mean, who would want to go near a mad man with blood on his face clawing at the ground and screaming?" The voice whispered harshly within the pits of my mind. It spoke the truth, that's the upsetting part - nobody would want to be near someone who looked so dangerous.

I scanned the sea of faces watching me - some of them curiously looking on at the scene I had caused, some staring on in disgust. There was a sudden split in the crowd of people as one man pushed his way through and stared at me in a mix of shock and sympathy. The paramedic.

He stood with his mouth agape, attempting to understand the scene that I had caused everyone. "He's trying to help you, stupid! Why are you refusing help?!" The voice yelled again, as if to scold a child, but I ignored it once more, as I had done many times before. Keeping my eyes on the dramatic crowd, I scrambled to my feet, standing there briefly before running once more in the direction of the hospital.

"SIR! SIR, I'M TRYING TO HELP YOU!" He called out, picking up speed and starting to chase me as I ran. I didn't care anymore, everything was wrong; it was all wrong without my Phil. I had caused this - I had to make amends to this. All of this. I briefly turned my head to the paramedic who had stopped chasing me and instead was talking into his radio.

"Tower, this is Wills. There's a distraught man en-route to the hospital now with minor cuts and injuries. Looking for his friend, involved in a car crash today; Lester, Phillip. Possible psychological epis-" his voice broke off as I ran further and further away from him.

Tears blurred my sight as I ran down the streets leaving puddles of my sorrow down my pink cheeks. The people on the pavement moved aside as I ran, attempting to get out of the way of the mad man. I needed to fix this, and now I could.

I had reached the general hospital.