Dan's POV
The door slowly opens and the sea of chattering people surround me, I push my body through the mass of people, run to the wide staircase, and barge into the upstairs toilets.
No one uses these, this makes them a good place to come and hide from life's problems.
Making my way to a toilet. I can hear a faint sobbing coming from the farthest cubical away from me. I pretend to close the door so they think I've left, and creep towards them making sure they don't hear me.
I make it to the cubical closest to the source of the sound, lock the door and sit on the toilet seat with my feet up. The sobbing turns into crying and blurted statements
???: " why am I so stupid!"
???: " why did I get so freaked out!"
???: " WHY AM I SO WORTHLESS!!!"
A wave of shock hits me like a brick, could that be Phil?
Phil I'm so sorry, it's not your fault.
I don't know what to do, what should I do?
THINK DAN THINK!
In my frustration my foot slips, making a squeaking noise on the toilet seat. The crying suddenly stops.
SHIT! He knows I'm here, maybe if I stay still he'll think it was some thing else.
