Paranoid - PhanFiction

Chapter #49

*PHILS POV*

"Hey.." The person sighed. "Wh-" I was speechless. "Hah.. Remember me? Pj. Peej?" He chuckled, making his hands like fake guns and pointing them to me moving them back and forth for a second.

I just stared at him for a second. "Yeah.."

After that his face dropped.

"Listen.." He said as he walked inside.

"Hum.. Come in?" I mumbled under my breath sarcastically.

"I wanted to ask you a question..." He said as he sat down on the crumb covered couch. I joined him.

"So um...-" I stopped him there. "First of all, how do you know where I live?" I asked. "That's not important." He stated and continued talking.

"I th- I just.. You're gonna think I'm insane but I think I saw Dan at the gas station yesterday looking through the trash can."

I burst out laughing.

"THE TRASH CAN?" I couldn't breathe.

He chuckled awkwardly as he scratched the back of his neck. "Take me seriously." He groaned.

"Okay, okay. But to he honest... I swear I saw him too. I-In Starbucks. Twice." Pj's mouth widened.

"I KNEW IT!" He jumped up with excitement. "W-wh-" Before I could finish, he cut me off. "I always knew you were an insane liar."

"What?"

"I never saw him looking in the trash can. He's dead, man. In fact, I never saw him in the first place."

"Then what the f*ck are you even here for? To make me feel insane, hurt, more than I already do?!" I said as I stood and took hold of the collar of his shirt. He grinned evilly and I shook my head.

"I hate your gu-"

Before I could finish, his grotesque chapped lips were slobbering all over mine. "Get the hell off me you-you little shhhh..." I stopped myself and threw him on the ground.

He just smirked and stood up, brushing off his clothes and walking out.

I sighed and fell onto the messy couch. Tears fell like a waterfall down my pale cheeks.

I just wanted Dan.

I was going insane and I knew he wasn't alive. I knew I was crazy and he was gone.

"Dan is gone." I cried into my hands.

I stood up.

"Dan is gone!" I shouted a bit louder.

"He's dead!" I screamed and hit a glass off the little table in front of the couch, making it shatter when it hit the hard floor.

"He's gone.." I sniffed and ran to my sweater and shoes. I put them on and slipped out of the door and ran until I reached the outside.

I ran and ran until I reached a bench. I sat down hard and hunched over, resting my elbows on my knees and sobbed into my hands.

Awful sounds escaped my lips.

Sobs, sniffs and snorts.

I got strange looks but I didn't give a crap, they didn't know what I was going through. They had no idea.

5 minutes pasted and my crying just got worse. Well.. I guess you could call it crying. It was more like me mimicking a dying cow.

If you weren't looking at me, you wouldn't have known the difference.

I shook my head and got up.

I wiped my eyes and cheeks as I looked at my feet and walked. I sniffed and right then I was hit and fell over. I hit my head pretty bad so I passed out and all I felt as pain and somebody picking me up.

The touch was gentle and I felt somewhat safe in this mystery persons arms.