trees // phan

robin (28)

when chris heard phil's scream, he ran.
with each footstep his name pounded through his head.
phil
phil
phil
as he turned the corner, something hit him on his front and his side.
two things.
two people.
chris, phil and pj fell to the floor, all looked disheveled and wild.
phil jumped to his feet and put a hand on chris' shoulder.
"where is he?" he said, a determined look in his blue eyes.
"before that," pj said, also standing, "are you okay phil? i heard a scream"
chris rose too, "same here,"
phil shook his head, "please, let's just find dan and get out of this hell hole as soon as possible."
chris and pj exchanged worried looks but chris headed back the way he had came, leading the others to the cupboard.
pj was shaking, and fear was creeping up on him.
he was starting to think they should never have come, but he didn't dare say this out loud.
they reached the door and phil slotted one of the keys into the lock, and the door swung open.
dan howell was curled into a ball on the floor.
his eyes were shut, but he wasn't asleep.
he was muttering something inaudible, but when phil kneeled down next to him, he could hear a name.
"nate...nate...nate..."
who was nate?
phil have him a gentle shake, "dan? we're here. you're safe now."
the boys eyes fluttered open, and burning tears escaped down his cheeks.
he sat up and looked phil in the eye.
then he broke down completely.