<< carrying on from previous chapter >>
< Phils POV >
A weak wheeze of air escaped my lungs as blood gushed all around me. The faint but piercing red of the car lights faded in the distance of the straight country road.
Red.
Red.
Red.
All around me, the same colour. My body just fell helpless and limp. My body was beyond pain, it felt almost peaceful. Every sound was gone, completely gone, I became overwhelmed with worry as my fingers twitched and nails clenched the the blood soaked road. Dan.
No. I can't just give up, not just let everything go so soon, without even speaking to Dan again.
My eyes squeezed shut as an overwhelming pain seized through my limp body as I attempted to move. My lips parted as a small yelp managed it's way out of my mouth as I rolled over on to my back. I opened my eyes and attempted to turn my head to see how close I was to the curb. My phone.
My phone lay on the grass just above the curb; along with multiple other contents of my bag.
My vision started fading, tiny black dots merged into larger dots slowly clouding my vision, I felt tired all of a sudden, so tired. No! I can't give up, I won't! Sharp pains stabbed through my rib cage and both legs, my arms seemed somehow, the only part of my body that weren't painful. Taking advantage of the use of my arms I dragged my lower body up on to the curb.
My body lay on the grass, the water from it seeping into my sore skin, almost numbing it.
The grass seemed to somehow slope downhill leaving about a metre of flat grass that my body sprawled across. I flailed my hands around in the dampness, slowly wriggling around as my arms gripped the sides of my phone. I fumbled my fingers around to hit the home button immediately flinching and squinting my eyes as the light of my home screen blinded me. My eyes adjusted to the familiar home screen of.. Dan. I paced my thumb across the screen almost as if it were actually him, his large grin placing one upon my face. Even on the verge of death he made me smile, how he did it I don't know.
I swiped my phone along entering my password as I felt my body slowly sliding in the mud, and my legs tipping down the grass slope sending shuddering pains through my ankles.
iMessage.
*tap*
The app opened showing our last conversations together. Cute.
I felt my eyes closing, almost like that feeling when you stay up all night and all day and every single blink causes you to drift away slowly pulling you in further to the point you give up.
My hand shook and my fingers twitched as I managed the words "I'm sorry, I love you" onto my phone. A cough mangled it's way to my throat each tickle bringing me closer and closer.
A cough escaped my mouth.
Blood.
More blood. More blood treacled from my mouth down on to my phone. My eyes closed shut, my head collapsed into my arms as I started sliding down the large slope.
My eyes fluttered and twitched as I attempted to listen to the relieving sound of my phone sending the message through. The thoughts lingered in my head though.
You didn't click send.
You know when you wake up in the morning and you have to get ready but your so tired that you close your eyes and you imagine yourself getting ready, suddenly to be hit by a fluster of panic when you realise you didn't actually do it and then it's to late, but deep deep within your thoughts you knew you never did any of it but the scenario still played in your head?No?
Well that just happened.
My nails tried gripping to the grass but weak whimpers flew out my mouth and causing sharp pains to shoot down my back and my hands to give up.
The same sound replayed in my head. That shwoop sound of the message getting sent.
Shwoop.
Shwoop.
Shwoop.
But deep within my thoughts? I knew. I had that feeling that I never actually did it. My phone was actually still lying on top of the slope as I was sliding down.
I could almost sense the brightness on my phone dimming from the self locking it occasionally did.
Even my phone had given up on me.
Sorry for not posting yesterday I was procrastinating also I am sorry for this terrible chapter I was just kind of out of it? Idk either way thanks for over 50 views I'm kinda dead.
The I kinda fangirled when I got my first comment telling me it was good so thanks ily :)
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Fine, I'll leave (Phanfiction)
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