Where stars come from- Phan Discontinued Until Further Notice

Chapter 13 -Dan

Cold, gushing water. The unavailability to breathe. Sharp rocks jabbing into me, cutting into my legs and hips and torso, making me bleed. Being submerged underwater. Unable to move much. The roaring water moving me with a force greater than I could ever imagine.

Then darkness. I felt Pain. So much pain. Fear. Anger. Loneliness. These emotions surged through my body. I was in pain. I was losing my consciousness with each passing minute. I was losing a lot of blood. I could feel it. It was seeping into the water, out of my body and somewhere unknown to me.

It felt like I was dreaming. Like I was asleep. A nightmare playing in my mind. And I was drifting away slowly. I felt like it was a never-ending nightmare. But the pain - the pain was too real.

I was slipping away by the second now. I felt like I was dying. The rough water kept on pushing me somewhere. I couldn't breathe. I was getting hit by rocks and various other things. My lungs felt as if they were about to burst.

The burning sensation in my lungs grew worse. My vision went blurry. I felt as if I was on fire; as if my chest was burning from the inside, out. I wanted it all to stop. That's all I wanted.

Then things started to fade away, and I was sure this was the end. I felt disconnected from my body, like my soul was floating away somehow, up high into the sky, past all the clouds and all the stars. I saw black.

That's when everything stopped.

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My head felt light as my eyes began to flutter open. I thought I was dead, but to my utter relief, I found I wasn't. I was alive. I was breathing.

Although my chest and head hurt. A lot.

I noticed the ground I was laying on. Just grass. I must've washed up on land a few miles away from the bridge.

The bridge Greg pushed me off of.

Flashback. ~

I sighed out, sitting on the edge of the bridge. Today would be the day that Phil got released from the mental hospital, which meant in a few days I'd see him at school.

I'd skipped a lot of days of school recently, just to sit around my room moping like the actual loser I am and taking time to reassess my life at school. To reassess my so-called 'friendship' with those stupid jerks.

And then I heard footsteps behind me. As soon as I turned to look, I heard a voice.

"Don't tell me what to do, Howell."

I saw Greg at the last second before I was pushed off the bridge. I was falling faster than I fell for Phil...

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And now I'm here.

From the looks of it, I was in the woods, which I know isn't too far away from the bridge but it's going to be hell getting back with all my injuries.

I mean, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Phil. But then Phil would be dead.

And there's confession I have to make.

Yes, it's true. I've fallen for Phil.

More like face-planted, to be honest.

And right now, no matter how much it hurts, I need to get home and make sure he's alright.

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Hey guys, sooo Dan's not dead :) anyways, Idk so byeee