Hypnotised (Magnets Book 2)

Chapter 11

Phil's POV
I woke up with another headache. I winced and pulled my sheets over my head to block out the too-bright sunlight streaming through my blinds. My head ached and throbbed, right at the base of my neck, tendrils of pain stretching around to my temples.

Squinting heavily, I climbed slowly out of bed and shut my blinds. I then made my way to the kitchen to find some Aspirin. Dan was already up, on the couch eating cereal and watching anime.

"Good morning," I greeted him.

"Hey Phil," he replied, twisting around and smiling at me as I reached into our cabinets looking for some goddamn Aspirin.

"Watcha looking for?" He asked.

"Aspirin. I woke up with the biggest headache," I explained.

"I think we ran out..." He said thoughtfully. "I'll run down to the shops and get some more."

And with that he stood up and put his bowl in the sink. He dashed into the bathroom, possibly to straighten his hair.

15 minutes later he dashed out of the apartment and I was on the couch watching Death Note. My headache was still going strong. I groaned and rubbed my temples, but it didn't really help.

I needed to distract myself. I got up slowly again and my vision swam before my eyes.

Shake it off, Phil.

I tentatively walked into Dan's 'room'. Why I did this, I wasn't sure. And, while technically we both slept in the same bed most nights, he still filmed and did other stuff in this room. I walked over to his desk and sat down at it. It was smooth and black. I pulled open one of the drawers.

Inside of it there were some loose pencils, an old camera lens, a small black notebook and a variety of other miscellaneous objects. The notebook spiked my interest. I picked it up and flicked through.

Poems. They were poems. I had no idea that Dan wrote poetry. I didn't think he had the time. I hated to be a pry, but I opened it to a random page. The poem was titled 'Snow'.

I am a rock
Underneath God's sky
Lying in the cold
Snow
It falls
From the luminescent clouds
And the spiky black trees
And it falls onto me
A rock
Lying on the ground
It suffocates me
Opens my wounds
I
Can't
Breathe

"Well that's sufficiently depressing," I muttered to myself. At that moment I heard our front door open and close. I quickly shoved the book back in his draw and tried to make myself look as inauspicious as possible.

"PHIL!" Dan called, dragging my name into two syllables. "I have come to alleviate your pain!"

I winced at the loud noise as I trudged back into the kitchen.

"Catch!" Dan practically shouted as he tossed the small bottle of pills at me. I nearly dropped them.

I quickly shook two into my open palm.

"Calm down there, buddy. Don't want you developing an addiction."

"Dan, I don't think you can get an addiction to aspirin." I said as I downed the pills dry.

"Anything is possible, Phillip."

I laughed and retired to my bedroom. My blinds were still shut, blocking out the annoyingly bright sun. I heard Dan humming a tune in his bedroom before his voice floated down the hall.

"So I was on the tube the other day..."

He was filming a video. I shut my eyes and let his faint words wash over me.

"It's not my fault my elbows are perfect boob height..."

My world slowly faded to black as I fell asleep.

Dan's POV

I shut off my camera with a satisfying click. I loved filming videos. It was one of the best emotional outlets for me. That, and my poetry notebook, which Phil thankfully hadn't stumbled across. I had written some problematic things in there.

It was funny, I always write about sad and often depressing stuff, but I didn't really feel depressed anymore. Yes, sometimes there were days when I could barely summon the will to get out of bed. Barely get on with my life. But they were becoming further apart and less severe. I guess it helped.

Speaking of Phil, at that moment I decided to pop in on him. He had never really gotten headaches as bad as this one seemed, so I guess I was a bit worried.

Isn't that funny. I was worried about him for a change.

When I peeked my head in, he appeared to be fast asleep. I left him as he was. He would wander down for lunch when he was ready.

And wonder he did. Whilst I was making a sandwich, he appeared in the doorway, yawning and scratching his eyes.

"It's alive!" I exclaimed. Phil smiled weakly. "How're you feeling?"

Phil nodded. "Good."

"Do you need to go see a doctor or anything?" I asked as he began to make his own sandwich.

"It was just a headache, Dan."

I kissed his cheek. "You bring out the mother in me, Phil."

He chuckled. "Love you."

"Love you too."

I paused. "You sure you're okay?"

He punched my arm on his way out.

Phil's POV

My head really did feel better. After finishing my sandwich, I crept into Dan's room and took out his notebook. I smuggled it into my own bedroom and flicked to the latest entry. It had no title.

I am inside these walls
Unscalable
And infinitely tall
The spiky darkness
Threatens to knock them down
I want to do it
For you
But I can't
Because I am
The walls that trap us
The spiky darkness
That threatens us
So you ask yourself
Do the walls protect you
Or trap you?

And in the corner, Dan has scrawled 'sorry Phil'.

To some, this poem would be difficult to decipher. It might take some years to analyse correctly. But I see straight through it. And why he wrote 'sorry Phil' in the corner.

It was about his conflicted feelings about coming out. How he was afraid of breaking that barrier that labelled us as platonic friends. How he felt as though people would hate him for it. But on another layer, it's about how he put us in this position in the first place. How he felt so terrible for 'trapping' us.

I understood him. I really did. And I was not mad at him for not wanting to come out. Coming from a place where he was constantly suppressed and abused, it was no  wonder he was afraid of the real world.

I'd always hated lying, even for the people I love. Dan was my only exception.

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Today I cried because of brendon urie's vocals

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