Insane [Phan] ON HOLD

II

A.N. ^^^ *eye twitching*

I awoke, taking in a sharp breath. Damn, must have fallen asleep.

The taxi was going about 60mph down the freeway (i'm going to use american terms like miles, freeways, and whatnot because I find that's easiest for me sorry for the inconvience :P), gently bumping and turning. I whipped my phone out of my jacket pocket and checked the time. It was 9:03 PM, and I saw on my lock screen that I had over 20 messages from Dan.

I unlocked my phone and swiftly read some of the messages.

Phil? Are you there?

Please answer me Phil!

Phil, I'm begging you.

Where are you?

Oh so now he cares?! Get your fucking thoughts together Dan!

I turned my phone off, not bothering to check the rest of the messages, and angrily stuffed my phone back into my pocket.

You know he meant what he said to you.... a wicked sounding voice said.

Stop.

You know he hates you.... the voice continued.

Stop it now.

You know what he said to you is true....

I plugged my ears, hoping it would somewhat block out the voice.

I'm in your head stupid. You can't block me out.

Shut up.

People like Dan over you.

Shut up!

The voice turned into Dan's, yelling the words he said.

I don't fucking care about you.

I hate you Phil.

No wonder I have more subscribers than you do.

Stop.

I love her with all my heart.

That struck a chord in me. Something so, unfamiliar, that it was almost terrifying.

Before I could stop myself, my brain decided to overload me with visions of what my viewers called Phan. Kissing, the bedroom, cuddling, etc. And the strange thing was, I liked- no, loved, every single millisecond of each and every vision.

Then, my brain did the same, except switched out me with Annie. I couldn't stop them from coming. You name it, I saw it. I hated every single second of each and every one.

Finally, they stopped. I breathed a huge sigh of relief, as the taxi driver said that we were entering Manchester.

My phone buzzed, and I turned on my phone and saw one message.

From: Bear (Dan)

Thanks for the memories, even though some of them weren't so great. She tastes like you, only sweeter.

***

"We have arrived at your destination." The taxi driver said, and I hopped out of the car, trying to avoid any talk from him. I said a quick 'thanks' before closing the door. The taxi sped off, and I was left at the Manchester center.

Lights from the different shops glowed in an unnatural but soothing way. Smells from all over mixed together to form strange aromas that could only be described as city smells. Tall buildings loomed over me, making me feel small and insignificant, yet I was still mesmerized by the greatness of these buildings.