My Dead Friend

Four

There I was on the bus with Dan. Everyone was crowding us. It was awakened but I was used to it as usual. A man bumped into Dan clumsy. He looks pretty drunk. With his eyes tired and his posture out of shape. Dan looked at me and whispered. "Help Me" he said. I smiled at him and shrugged my shoulders. "Sorry Dan." I said. Dan rolled his eyes and looked away. Minute by minute people left and came. Finally it was our stop. I stepped down from the bus and onto the pavement. Dan just hopped off and to the pavement. I turned my head around at Dan as I went up to my door. I grabbed my keys and unblocked the door. Dan looked at me and then his feet. Finally we walked in. Dan took off his jacket and put it on the chair. I just ran up to my room where my computer was. Dan followed from behind. I closed closed my door as Dan sat down. I grabbed my book bag and took out my books. "So. We starting on the project?" I said. Dan, with no expression looked at his book as he started to write down words. We worked on it for a couple of hours till we finally got it done.

Then Dan looked at me and closed his book. I put away my books as I closed out our project. I got up from my carpet floor and sat next to Dan. Dan took a deep breath and spoke. "So about earlier." He said. I starred at my hands as Dan paused. For some reason, I had a feeling Dan was going to talk about my dream. But he didn't know what it was. And I as right. "Phil?" He asked. I moved my head slightly at him. "Yeah Dan?" I said questionably. Still hoping he was going to change the subject. "What's wrong?" He asked. Then my heart froze. Those images of that person. Tears began to fill up my eyes. I didn't want to think about it but I had to tell someone. "Phil?!" He said putting his hand on my shoulder. I spoke nervously closing my eyes. "Um. I." I said stuttering. I cuddled up like I was in a box. I covered my face. I didn't want Dan to see my face. "Phil. Just tell me I won't judge?!" Dan said smiling. I looked at him as tears began to go down. I slowly uncurled myself. I gulped as I took a deep breath. "I. I had a dream. Where." I said pausing. Dan looked at me and sighed. "It's okay Phil." He said. I shook my head and kept talking. "I saw a person dead. But. I didn't who it was and. " I said trying to hold in my tears. "It. It. Was horrible Dan." I said putting my head on his shoulder. Dan put his arm around my shoulder as I began to cry. I put my hands on my face covering my tears. Dan looked at me smiling. "I have those days too Phil. It's. It's gonna be alright." Dan said. I uncovered my hands from my face. I whipped my tears off my face. Dan smiled still hugging me. I slowly grab my knife form which I hid in my pocket ever since Christmas. I wanted to do it. But not when Dan was here. I got up from Dan hugging me. I ran into my bathroom shutting the door. Dan looked at the bathroom door as I slowly took out my knife. He figured I was crying in there. But I wasn't. I wanted to do it. Dan got up sitting and walked to my bathroom door. He pressed his ear against my door. He could hear my sobbing. "Phil?" He wondered. I turned my head from the shine of the knife. "What Dan?" I said whipping my tears again. "I'll see you later. Okay." Dan said backing away from the bathroom door. I looked up from the door to he mirror. I sighed and opened the door. Putting the knife into my pocket. Dan smiled at me. "Bye Dan." I said faking my smile. I looked down at my carpet floor. Soon Dan looked down too. "Come back tomorrow?" He question. I bit my lip and nodded. I sighed as I heard Dan open the door and then shut it. I walked over to my bed and flopped. I sighed and closed my eyes. "Why did I think of it." I told myself. I looked at my pocket and then the ceiling. "Phil. You know better." I said. I shifted my head to my desk. Looking at what Dan left. His book. I got up and walked over to it. The first page had his name written. "Dan Howell" i said. My face soon turned to a confuse. "So that's his name?!" I thought to myself. I grabbed his book and shoved it into my book bag. "Dan Howell" I kept saying to myself. "Interesting name?" I thought. I smiled a bit as I thought of Dan.

I walked over to my window as I saw Dan wait for the bus. I sighed smiling. "Dan Howell." I said still smiling and thinking about him. I watched Dan wait till the bus came and then his
Face was gone. Then I realized. I looked into my pocket and took out my knife. I closed my eyes smiling with tears. I shook my head and threw the knife at the wall. "Never will I ever do this." I thought. I opened my eyes to see the knife on the floor. Luckily it only caused a dent on my wall. Soon I thought about it. "If I even did harm myself Dan wouldn't want me to do it. Hopefully that is." I thought. I walked around thinking to myself. Thought of weird things, strange things and most of all Dan. I don't know why but Dan was just on my mind. Finally it became night.