Urges

2: Crazy

Trigger warnings in this chapter:
Blood and Violence warnings

Dans povs:
I stood sharpening my knife watching as Doodie slept. I sat on a table covered with my tools for torturing. She still hadn't woken up sense when I put the drug in her drink. I was able to carry her from the limo to my room without to many people noticing. I had tied her hand together and just laid her down.

She soon woke up looking around at the new atmosphere. She probably didn't remember what happened before she was drugged.

"Hey" I said just staring at her. She looked up at me eyes wide. She tried talking but she still must have been a little out. "Shhhhhhhh, don't struggle." That just made her struggle even more. "I should of known that that wouldn't work... It never does."

She eventually was able to talk and have a steady breathing pattern again. "Why are you doing this?" She asked so scared to do anything except stare at me and try to get her hands untied.

"Why?" I started laughing at this question. "Why not?"

"Please... Don't hurt me." She begged tears in her eyes.

"Oh don't worry..." I got off the table walking over to her twirling the knife around. "It'll all be over soon."

Phils pov:

I sat in class not paying any attention to whatever paper we were supposed to be writing. I was to busy thinking about how Dan Howells tour was coming her and I didn't have tickets.

Dan Howell had been my favorite singer sense I was a freshmen. (That's when he released his first album.) I'm now a senior and I'm still obsessed with him.

I tried getting tickets when they first came out but they soled out so fast I wasn't able to get any. I wouldn't of been so sad right now but the concert is in a few weeks and my friends going and just keeps bragging about it.

"Mr. Lester, are you paying attention?" The teacher yelling at me pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Unmmmmmm, yes?" I answer probably looking stupid in front of my classmates.

"Mr. Lester, I know this is your senior year but that doesn't mean you can slack off in my class." He lectures me as my friend from before, Chris, turns around and stares at me trying to hold back a laugh. God, I swear, sometimes I want to kill that boy.

"Yes sir." I reply and this just makes it harder for him to hold back the laugh. I problem looked really stupid right now.

The teacher goes back to teaching or whatever he was doing before deciding to yell at me. I look back over to see Chris pointing at his phone and mouthing for me to check my messages. I just roll my eyes as I dig my phone out of my pocket.

From Chris:
Good job getting caught slacking loser.

Chris is my best friend but sometimes, he can get to be to much.

To Chris:
Whatever asshole. I'm just gonna get caught with my phone now thanks to you!

I wait patiently for him to reply, it didn't take long considering Chris probably has no interest in the subject we're learning either.