Dan walked into the dark living room. There was still no sign of Phil. He took out his phone and dialed Phils number. Nothing. This wasnt like him. Dan knew he hated going out on his own... what if something had happened. No. Nothing would happen. Not to Phil. Phils not the type of person you would pick on, he's tall, loud and like he said, "I was raised in the north!". Dan laughed. Phil always made Dan laugh.
He paced up and down the living room for about 30 minutes, getting madder and madder with every step, before the door opened. There stood a slightly bedraggled looking Phil. "Phil! You were ages! Are you ok? You look as if you've seen a ghost!" Dan almost yelled, he wasnt sure if he was angry or shoked to see his friend like this.
"I'm fine... I just..." Phil burst into tears. His pale hands covering his face, he fell to his knees. "Phil! Phil oh my god what happened!?" Dan ran to his friend and put his arm around him, helping him to his feet and guiding him over to the sofa.
"I... I just..." Phil wasnt sure what to say. He couldnt tell Dan. He wouldnt be able to look at him the same again. He didnt want to lose his best friend. He didnt want anyone to know, after all, the man told him that he couldnt tell. "I saw a dog get hit by a car... I guess it just really upset me... stupid huh?" Phil faked a smile and stood up, "It's late so I'm going to bed now." he turned and headed off to bed.
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A Helping Hand (Dan and Phil phanfic)
FanfictionTRIGGER WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS MENTIONS OF RAPE, SELF INJURY, DEATH AND ATTEMPTED SUICIDE. Can Dan save Phil? Phil is suicidal and Dan is the only one who's there for him. Can he alone save Phil?
