You Are Cordially Invited To... (Phan & Troyler)(completed)

~7~

~Caspar's POV~

I woke up with Joe cuddled in my arms and I smile, kissing his cheek and whispering a "good morning, love." I shake him to wake him up. Except, he doesn't wake up. "Come on Joe, let's go meet the others downstairs." I shake him again. I keep shaking him until his head lolls to the side, revealing a bloody gash. "No... No... No!" I say, tears rushing down my cheeks. This can't be real. This is just another prank video, right?

I rush down the stairs, yelling. "Take me too, you bastard! I'm not living in this world without him! So if you're taking him for your sick game, take me too! Do you hear me? Do you fucking understand me?! ANSWER ME, YOU COWARD!" suddenly, I hear creaking and look up to see the previously enticing and beautiful chandelier falling towards me. I almost smile. I'll see you soon, Joe.

I rush down the stairs, yelling. "Take me too, you bastard! I'm not living in this world without him! So if you're taking him for your sick game, take me too! Do you hear me? Do you fucking understand me?! ANSWER ME, YOU COWARD!" suddenly, I hear creaking and look up to see the previously enticing and beautiful chandelier falling towards me. I almost smile. I'll see you soon, Joe.

~Dan's POV~

It fell on him, and his life ended with a crash. We heard him yelling, so we left our rooms to see what was happening. Everyone was silent and still. There was nothing for us to say or do. So many of our friends had died, and we were all tired. Tired of this. Tired of dying. Tired of him.

I took Phil's hand and squeezed it. I could tell he was about to cry. He really doesn't deserve this. "It's Phil, isn't it?" My head shot up. Shane. "He's the last person we'd expect it to be. He's 'too innocent' for it to be him, well I bet that's all an act. Why else would he cry every single time something bad happens? And, he has Dan. He has Dan to defend him, so he doesn't have to do it himself."

At that point I was ready to punch him. "It's not fucking him! Goddammit Shane, how many times do I have to get it into that think skull of yours? He's. Not. The. Fucking. Murderer. Do you honestly think it's Phil? If you say yes, I don't believe the bullshit coming from your mouth. I don't even think there's been a time in this building that I haven't been with him, and I can tell you that most of it he's either spent crying or being scared half to fucking death. So back. The. Fuck. Off. Okay?"

I felt my hand get cold all of a sudden, and I turned around only to watch him run off. Dammit, what did I say this time? I slowly turned around, I was evidently angry. "Look what you did. Look what you fucking did." I felt the tears roll down my cheek. Nonono... Not now. I'm trying to look mad, not look pathetic.

"I didn't do that, h-"

"Just shut up! All of you! This is all your fault! He's gone, all alone, he could get killed!" I collapsed to my knees, tired of all of this. Wait... What am I doing!? I need to go find him! I quickly got up, only to be pulled back by Tyler. "GET OFF OF ME!" At this point I wasn't thinking. I was just trying to get away from everyone, to find Phil. "I NEED TO FIND HIM!"

"Calm down, Dan. It's going to be okay." Troye said that, but I didn't hear it. My vision was blurry, and I couldn't hear anything. My only goal was to get away.

But, eventually, I grew tired. I couldn't do it anymore. So, I slumped down in defeat, and just sobbed. Sobbed for Phil, sobbed for everyone who died, sobbed for everyone still alive.

Why do the worst things happen to the best of us?

~AN~
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The first part of the chapter was written by Shea, the second half me.
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-Madelyn.