Emotions

Chapter Five

(Y/n POV)
  After about 5 minutes of walking, we finally reached the coffee shop. The place was absolutely beautiful. The floor was made out of white polished tile, and all the counters and tables were made out of granite. The music they played was slow, happy music. I felt Dan's hand on my shoulder. I guess he could tell I was a little upset. All these nice things reminded me all about my family back in America. "You alright, (y/n)?" I smiled and whispered, "I'm fine." Dan then smiled back and led Phil and me to a table by a window towards the back. Phil sat down in front of me, and Dan took a seat next to him as well. Hm. I wonder why he isn't sitting next to me.. My question was soon answered. "Dan! Phil! OMG!!!" A girl, probably about 13, ran up and just about jumped on the table. "Well hello there!" Dan greeted her kindly, and Phil took her into his arms. She looked like the happiest person ever.
Authors Note: **trigger warning for the rest of the chapter**
That's when I saw her arms. Her sleeves had moved up a bit, just enough to see the work done. She too, is an artist with a unique brush. I felt a tear run down my face. Dan glanced up at me and I rushed to the bathroom. I stood there looking at myself in the mirror. I rolled up my sleeve and saw faded art.
Worthless.
    
     (Dan's POV)
  She's been in there for a while... I hope everything's okay.. "Dan, where'd she go?" "She went-" I hesitated, then continued to say, "-she went to the bathroom." Phil looked concerned. "She's been in there for the longest time.. When that nice girl came to talk to us, that's when (y/n) left. That girl has been gone for 10 minutes. Maybe we should go check on her?" My heart dropped and I could feel tears well up in my eyes. Before I could say anything, Phil took the situation into his own hands and went to go see if she was okay.
    
     (Phil's POV)
  I cared a lot about (y/n), and I felt bad enough that we haven't spoke since we left the flat. I proceeded to knock on the door. "Hey (y/n), it's Phil. Everything alright?"
No answer.
Second knock.
I could hear a faint noise. "(Y/n)?"
Third knock.
The faint noise is gone. "It's Phil. I wanted to know if you're okay."
Fourth knock.
I begin to panic.
Fifth knock.
I hear a loud smack as something hit the floor.
My eyes started to get fuzzy from the tears forming. I tried my best to stay calm and tried not to yell. She's okay. She'll be okay. Everything is okay. But that was until I saw a napkin slip out from under the door. A napkin with red splotches on it.