My Dead Friend

Five

I walked beside Dan as we kept talking. Almost all threw the way we made jokes, and laughed. Till Dan stopped. "Hold on Phil. There's something I need to do." Dan said smiling at me, putting his book bag down. I thought for a moment as Dan walked off. I didn't want him to get hurt. The Ali was dark as pitch black. Dan turned his head at me and smiled. He soon turned over to the Ali and disappeared. Then I spoke. "Dan! Don't do it!" I shouted. Dan didn't hear me but his friend probably did. Footsteps walked closer to me. Dan shifted his head around at me. His face was angry. "Phil. Why'd you read it." He said quietly. I nervously spoke, "well what was I supposed to do? It was on the ground?!" I said shrugging. Dan hit himself in the face. Dan shook his head and then starred at me. "You could of thrown it away!" Dan shouted. Then the boy turned his head at Dan. "Oh! So you do understand!" He shouted with anger. The boy turned his head from Dan and looked at me. His fist crumbled up my shirt and held me up high. His cold dead eyes starred at me. I shook in fear, hoping Dan would stop this from happening. But Dan looked and watched as punches hit my face. Blood came running down my nose and mouth. I was in so much pain. Finally, Dan had enough and walked in front of me. "Hey!" He shouted at the boy with anger as I fell on the ground. "If you hurt him then you hurt me you filthy Bitch!" He shouted. The boy smiled and walked off. I thought to myself. "Why didn't the boy fight Dan?" I curled myself up and covered my face as I cried in pain. Dan starred at me as blood came running down the pavement. "Phil." Dan said going down on his knees on the cold pavement. I move my fingers from my eyes. I looked at him as pain came running threw my face. "What Dan." I said still curled up. Dan smiled at me and pulled out his hand. "You alright?" He asked. I grabbed his hand and stood up. Dan did the same too. I grabbed my book bag and said no words. Dan looked at me as I spirited off walking to my house. Dan grabbed his book bag from the ground and ran up to me. "Holy crap. Your a fast walker." Dan said as I kept walking. I walked, trying not to look at Dan. Dan looked at me curiously. I just walked looking forward in anger. "Why did Dan just watch me get hurt instead of stepping up first?!" I thought to myself. I thought he loved me? I guess he doesn't. So much for telling him. But that's ok. Because only me and my thoughts can talk about him. But I need to tell him. Even if he doesn't except me I still have a choice. Either falling he same way or the knife. Finally, I spoke. "Why'd you watch me get hurt?" I asked still starring at the pavement path. Dan shifted his head from the floor to me. "What?" Dan said cluelessly. I looked at Dan and stopped. "You watched me get hurt. Why didn't you help out earlier!" I shouted. Dan smiled, "at least I saved your life both ways." Dan said looked at me. "Let's just get this project done for." Dan said walking to my house.

Once we got to my house, we rushed to my room. I closed my door and started our project. For four hours straight we worked on it. Not even talking. It surprised me than Dan probably. Then it came to my thought when something on my screen popped up. Kitchen Knifes. Suicide. Harming myself. I looked at my pocket starring at the knife. I didn't want to do it now. Not when Dan was here again. "Why do I keep thinking about it around
Dan?" I thought. Dan took a pause on the pages of reading. I looked at Dan and then the ad. I sighed. Then I thought about Dan threw this week. All those things I thought and said. I realized. I. I loved him. So I took a break from my computer and sat by Dan. I watched Dan play on his phone as I wanted to tell Dan. I felt like this was the moment. I was going to tell him, but I didn't. Instead I kissed him. Dan's eyes widen in anger. I moved my head away from Dan's as I his my face. "WHAT THE FUCK!" Dan shouted at me with anger. I curled myself up trying to hide my face from Dan's. "I didn't mean to!" I said nervously. "You didn't have to kiss me! You could of told me!" He shouted as he stood up in anger. I certainly felt like I wanted to cut myself at this moment. I thought he loved me. My heart broke apart from everyone curse word he said. I really thought Dan loved me. I loved Dan ever since I met him and I didn't realize till now. I watched Dan walk back and forth in shock. He shook his head trying to forget what I did. Soon, Dan grabbed his book bag and ran out the door frustrated. "What ever Phil. Bye." Dan said slamming the door. I watched Dan sit outside frustrated waiting for the bus. I certainly shouldn't of done that. But what was I going to do. I needed to tell him how I feel. Or else I would burst out loud in school. The bus came and took Dan away. I sat there on my bed clutching my hair. I thought about it every second. Should I do it? Will Dan feel bad if I did. Will he care? All those answers couldn't be known till I did it. I took out my knife and stood there starring at it. I sighed and ran to the bathroom with it. I shook my head telling myself not to do it. But my mind was telling me to kill myself. Later I grabbed my knife and stuck it in my book bag trying to forget about it. I lay on my bed staring at the wall, thinking about Dan and my knife. Soon I drifted off to sleep and then it appeared. My dream.

Like always, It was the same, but this time I could actually tell everything. I walked out onto the street then a car came. I heard the shout of a brown haired boy push me into the pavement. I got up from the blurry sight and went over to him. His body was cut in glass and metal. Blood ran down his nose and mouth. I shook my head in disbelief. His blood ran down from his head to my hands. I hugged him wanting this nightmare to end. My jacket and my shirt soaked up the blood from his shirt. I closed my eyes crying in tears. Then I heard the whispers of the boy. "I love you Phil." He said as his eyes closed. I shook my head shouting and yelling. Wanting him to stay alive. Then my mind went black and I woke up. "DAN!" I shouted as tears ran down my eyes. My heart pumped in fright. I got dressed quickly and ran out the door with my book bag. Not even saying. Goodbye.