"Danny!" Phil called from his bedroom. He felt sick-he had a stuffy nose and a cough. Usually if either one of them felt sick, they would call for each other to make them tea, find the remote, etc.
Dan didn't reply.
'He probably didn't hear me,' Phil thought to himself. 'He's probably just asleep.'
He tried again.
"Danny!" Phil called a bit louder than last time.
Dan didn't reply.
"Danny?"
No reply.
"Dan?"
Still no reply. He was starting to get worried. 'What if something bad has happened? No! He's fine! What could've possibly happened?' Phil chuckled to himself. 'He's probably playing anyways.'
"Ha ha Dan. Very funny. You got me. Ha, no seriously, I think I'm sick."
Still no reply.
"DAN?!"
Still. No. Reply.
Phil scrambled out of bed immediately and ran into Dans room. The room was a wreck. The bed sheets were on the floor. Picture frames and mirrors were broken. The wardrobe door was opened. There were clothes thrown all over the floor and on almost every piece of furniture in the room. This wasn't any ordinary "I was too lazy to put it up and it added up" mess. This was a mess from a rampage. But the worst? Dan was nowhere to be seen.
"What the hell has he done?" Phil asked himself out loud. He look under piles of clothes and under the bed trying to find some evidence as to what has happened. He didn't find anything useful. He checked the other rooms in the house. Everything else was as they had left it before bed. He grabbed his jacket and put on sneakers. He was just about to search around the apartment building and their friends houses in case he had, for whatever reason, gone over there without letting him know.
He had his hand on the doorknob. Then he noticed a folded piece of loose leaf paper taped to the door with the words "to Phil" written on it.
'This has to have something in it about his whereabouts' Phil thought. He took the note off of the door and unfolded it. It read:
Dear Phil,
I don't know how many times I've tried to write this. By the time you find this your probably wondering where I am. Well, I'm gone. You will probably never see me again. I'm not just as Pj's house. I'm gone gone. I'm dead.
But don't worry about me. I'm well on my way to a better place. Life has just presented me with too many problems. Bills, stress, the infamous 'existential crisis', and I just can't do it any more. I'm so so sorry that I've done this too you. You were my best friend. I could always turn to you when I needed help or a shoulder to cry on. You were what kept me going. But that only helped for so long.
I've actually been planning this for a while. Im going to jump off the tower bridge. But before I do, I have a few favors to ask of you.
Number 1: I want you to keep the channel running for as long as you can. I've filmed my ass off for the past few weeks in preparation for this. You should be able to keep the channel going for another 5 months. The videos are on my hard-drive. Don't tell a soul. When the videos run out, make a video saying pretty generally that I'm dead. You don't have to say I've committed suicide, simply say I've passed unfortunately, which would be partially true.
Number 2: this isn't really a favor as much as something I need you to know. We've been through it all, thick and thin. But we went through it together! And I have grown so close to you! I've grown closer then fellow Youtuber. I've grown closer than friend. Hell, I've grown closer than BROTHER for Jesus' sake. I've grown to love you. Not just a friendly love. I love you like a soul mate. I didn't know how to tell you, and I figured this would be my last chance. I love you! I hoped to one day MARRY you!!! I'm crying while writing this, I wanted to tell you in person. But I couldn't think of how else I was supposed to do it. I needed you like I needed oxygen! I needed you like I need food, water, and shelter. You were one of my necessities Phil. And I never got to tell you. But I'll say it one last time. I LOVE YOU!!!!
Well, I suppose that's as brief as it's going to get. I'm sorry if you miss me. I will miss you too. I want you to keep doing youtube as long as you can! I want you to keep doing BBC. Your the only member of Phan left. Keep the dream alive, Phillip. I must go, it's nearing morning, don't want you to try and stop me. I love you Phil, don't ever forget it. And if you do, I'll haunt you or something.
Sincerely, your would've been husband,
Dan Howell <3
Woah right? Sorry for the long chapter. So would you guys rather I do many short chapters? Or not many long chapters? I Didn't find a good stopping point here, so that's why. I might do a chapter every other day. Idk. ~Skye
