Cаnnibal ~ Рhan

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~Dan's POV

I could practically hear my heart beat ringing in my ears. It was going crazy, too many beats a minute to count. I paced around my room frantically, unable to calm down. This always happened when something I did came on the T.V.

I knew that when I lit the warehouse it was going to attract unwanted attention, but it's another thing to hear a reporter saying the police are trying to hunt you down. It's unsettling, not knowing if they are ever going to find out or if they will break down my door any second.

This is the only downside of what I do, other then lying my ass off constantly. I'm used to it now, but it took a while adjusting. And after years of doing so, you kind of forget what's real about yourself and what's not. But that's helpful when you're a full fledged criminal.

I ran my fingers through my hair anxiously, trying to avoid having a panic attack. I could feel it starting, but I pushed it down, not letting it take over me.

I was feeling angry, but I had no reason for it. I was just in a really bad mood. Of course I was nervous from what I'd seen on the television and hungry since I hadn't fed in several hours, but they weren't the cause of it.

I just couldn't quite put my finger on it. All that had happened today was me hanging around the house and Phil coming home from his date with that guy.

And as I thought about it, I realized that I really didn't like that guy. Whatever his name was. He just gave me a bad feeling when he walked up to our door and whisked Phil away. Like he was already his boyfriend or something. I don't know why, but I could tell he didn't deserve him. Phil was too good for a guy like him. He deserved better, someone who realized how special he was.

Wait, am I jealous? I thought to myself. I shook my head, instantly rejecting my crazy thought. Best friends don't get jealous... do they?

I sat down on my bed, still feeling angry and frustrated. I tried to think of something else, anything else. I pushed it out of my mind as I thought of where I should go to. It was my shelter I guess you could say, from everything and everyone.

I got up and grabbed my black shoes. As I laced them up, I glanced over at my clock and read 9:15 pm. It'd be dark out so nobody would see me, it was crucial that nobody saw where I was going. I would be found out easily. But, so far, I had managed to keep it a secret.

Before I slipped out of my room I reached under my bed and pulled out a ting bottle of whiskey and shoved it into my pocket. I would need some considering where I was going.

I always had some hidden since I needed to keep my drinking a secret from Phil. He was completely against alcohol, and I didn't want him judging me. Also, the last thing I wanted Phil to do was be tempted by it. He had... difficulties with it in the past. I couldn't have him slipping back into old habits. Especially when they are dangerous ones.

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I turned my coat collar up as I walked away from our house, shielding my neck from the cold wind. I patted my hair down frantically, even though it just continued to get tousled.

I had told Phil that I was out on a milk run, since we had almost run out. I often got out of the house like that, saying I was going to do something I had no real intention of doing. Just another lie I told on a daily basis.

My feet crunched under the leaves as I made my way down the old trail I had walked several times before. The woods behind my house had never scared me, but seemed to make everyone else feel that way. It was the perfect place for me. Somewhere where no one dared to go, where I could do what I needed to in peace.

I could hear the trees whispering, their leaves rustling and making sounds like quiet voices. I imagined what it would be like if they could talk. They could tell all my secrets. They would know everything I had done here. Just thinking about it sent an icy shiver down my spine. It made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up just thinking about it.

The wind was getting stronger as I started to walk up the hill. I was getting closer, almost there. I hoped I'd make it back in time to avoid Phil's suspicion. As far as I knew, he was oblivious to my actions. I wanted to keep it that way. I couldn't ever have him finding out about what I do, what I really am. It would ruin everything. My life, our friendship, all the things that mattered to me. I wouldn't let that happen. I couldn't let that happen.

I breathed out a sigh of relief as I reached the top, overwhelmed with a sense of exhaustion. I looked up ahead through the thin layer of fog to see it. The small wooden shed hidden within the bushes.

This was my favourite spot to go, and now that I had gotten rid of the warehouse, it was my only option. My only safe haven.

As I walked towards it, I felt like I was being watched all of a sudden. I turned around quickly and scanned the forest surrounding me, but saw nothing. I shrugged it off, sure that I was just imaging things.

As I reached the door to the shack, I dug in my pocket and took out the bottle of whiskey. I opened it and took a huge gulp, coughing as I swallowed it down and felt the harsh burn of the liquid. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand before jiggling the old door handle. I heard the click and opened it slowly, it creaking and groaning like it was it pain.

I glanced over my shoulder one last time before ducking into the shed and closing the door behind me. I knew I couldn't stay long, but I could already feel my nerves easing. The place was calming me already.

It was pitch black, but I already knew where not to step. Being here so many items had let me create a map in my mind, and it was helpful as I couldn't see much. I tip toed carefully, avoiding the places I knew not to step on as I ran my hand along the wall, feeling for the little switch. I felt it and flicked it on, giving me the light of the dim bulb hanging from the ceiling. I made a mental note to bring an extra one next time, it needed to be replaced.

I looked down at my feet to see the latch. I smiled, bending down and wrapping my hands tightly around it. I pulled on it forcefully and yanked it open, revealing my shelter. I looked to see the familiar ladder before slowly starting to turn my body to climb down it. One foot after the other, I began going further into the secret room, being swallowed by the complete darkness. It was utterly silent, surrounding me with an eerie atmosphere.

It felt like I was descending forever, but I finally felt my foot touch the ground. I brushed off my jacket before looking for the light switch again, wanting to see where I was. I found it quickly and grinned as gazed upon my favourite place in the world.

The White Room...

Just so you know, this room is the one from the prologue. Just in case you didn't make the connection :) Also sorry that this was kinda crap I tried. This story is harder to write then I expected so bare with me guys!

Oh and you made it very clear that you wanted both Phil and Dan's POV's so I'm doing that now. You're welcome :P
Well I think that's it so I'm gonna go now. I'll be back soon with another update :)