wake up, phil - [phan]

{ 20 } - Familiar Boy (TW)

A/N: okay, so this chapter has a little trigger warning. skip this chapter if you feel you need to. if you do skip the chapter, all you're missing is phil's hallucination of dan growing up. enjoy the chapter if you're still reading and sorry about my rubbish ability when it comes to updating regularly !! :3

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Phil's POV

Nothing.

...

Still, nothing.

I felt so numb. I couldn't move, breath, concentrate. I couldn't think.

Everything was constantly hazy.

I had dreams now. Images, scenes. That played in my head like I was sat in the cinema.

But there was one image I had watched, that I couldn't get out of my mind.

It was stuck there, playing, over and over, tormenting me. I felt like it meant something.

Somehow.

The crowd jeered and laughed at the boy.

"GAY!"

"EMO SCUM!"

"WORTHLESS!"

"FREAK!"

"DEPRESSED!"

"NOBODY CARES!"

"FAG!"

"WHY ARE YOU EVEN ALIVE?"

"WEIRDO!"

"CUTTER!"

"DICKHEAD!"

The young teenage boy stood in front of the crowd, his face wet with tears and his shoulders shook. He looked down at his feet, his face in his hands, as he stood on the platform.

The names.

Jeering.

Teasing.

Bullying.

Taunting.

Laughing.

His brown hair stuck to his face, glued by the tears.

His face seemed familiar, as if I'd looked into it many times before. His skin was tanned and he wore a black shirt, which was slightly faded.

And then, he turned around on the platform, so he wasn't facing the crowd.

The boy looked down into a huge black abyss of terror below him. His shoulders shook with sobbing, as he trembled.

"NOBODY WOULD NOTICE!"

"GO ON, DO IT!"

"WE DON'T NEED YOU HERE!"

"GO ON, JUMP!"

"JUMP!"

"JUMP!"

"JUMP!"

"JUMP!"

It didn't stop. They didn't stop.

On and on.

The boy was still staring at what was below him.

My heart raced.

The boy closed his eyes and wiped at his tears.

I pushed forward in the crowd, but I moved through the people, not around them.

"DO IT!"

"JUMP!"

"COME ON!"

"JUMP!"

I neared the boy, but as I did, something strange happened.

He was growing.

He grew taller, his face and skin paler, his hair shorter and darker.

His frame became larger, making him bigger. He was filling out his black shirt now.

He was growing up.

He turned to look one last time at the jeering crowd behind him, and as he did so,

My heart stopped entirely.

Because the person on the platform was somebody I knew.

Somebody I knew very well.

"JUMP!"

He took a step closer to the edge.

"JUMP!"

He closed his eyes.

"JUMP!"

He put his hands by his sides.

"JUMP!"

"JUMP!"

So he did.

"NO!!!" I screamed, rushing forward. My fingers touched the fabric of his clothing, but my hands went straight through him, like I was a ghost.

I screamed in agony as I watched the boy fall.

As I watched Dan fall.

"...baby can't you see...

...I'm calling...

...a guy like you...

...should wear a warning...

...it's dangerous..."

He's falling.