Road Trip

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Phil's point of view
     It happened so fast. My body was giving up, I couldn't feel anything but I had to save Dan. He had to be okay. I turned to my side, he's face is red all red. Blood is every where. He's right arm is twisted and bent and his legs are almost crushed.
     "D-Dan." I whispered, he doesn't move. I put my fingers to his throat, there's no pulse. There's nothing, he's dead. It's too late. I felt the tears forming in my eyes. No no no no. This is not real, just a dream, no a nightmare. Its nightmare and I'm never waking up. I try to opened the door, I hit it with my body. Not caring about the pain. One hit. Two hits. Three hits. It finally opened. I get out and crawl, as my right leg won't let me walk, my way toward Dan's side. Opening the door with a few tries, his head fell because it was leaning on the window. I unlatched his seat belt and he fell into my arms.
I leaned against the car and put him in my lap and hug him. Tears make their way down my cheeks landing on Dan's head. On his dead lifeless head, that is my fault. It's all my fault. If I would have seen the branch. If I haven't said yes to go on this trip. It's all my fault that Dan Howell died and I will never forgive myself.
After an hour, I reached for my phone. I picked it up, it's cracked, obviously, but it still doesn't work. I reached for Dan's phone, which he always puts in his back pocket. I grabbed his phone, which is cracked but the screen turns on. Making the 911 call, I gave the address and hang up. Waiting for them to come.
It doesn't take long for them to get here, all I've done is hug Dan and cry again. When they came they took Dan away. I hugged him on last time before they put him in an stretcher. Next they put me into one, right next to Dan's. I tried to hold his hand but I couldn't reach. I didn't hear their voices all I heard are just a jumble of voices.
They gave some medicine, I took it. They cause me pain, I took it. We arrive at the hospital. They took Dan away. They put me into a room, nurses and doctors tried to help me. They can't my boyfriend, bestfriend, love of my life just died and it was all my fault. They put me to sleep.
I wake up, my family and friends are around me. Tears running down their faces. They all hug me. "Wh- wheres Dan?", I asked with a dry mouth. "They took him away, I'm sorry." My mom said.
I learned I have a broken leg, a large scar running down my face, and some others scars and scratches. After a few days, I'm out. I get taken home. When I get home, I laid down in Dan's bed and cry. Cry for what happened. Cry for all the times where I kept my tears in. I just cry.
I cried for what felt like centuries. I never left Dan's room. I never ate. I never even went to his funeral. I never done anything. Except cry. Until I couldn't take it anymore.
TRIGGER WARNING
I walked into the kitchen, grabbed the knife. I walked into the bathroom. I scratch the mirror with the knife in my hands. The next thing I did was the last ever thing I did. I plunged the knife right into my heart. The heart that once loved everything in life. Nature. Family. Friends. Dan. Myself.
TW OVER
The next day, everyone else is depressed. Crying over the lost loved ones. They go to Phil's funeral. The fans know about the deaths of their idols. But Phil is happy, he sees Dan again. Of course not in the real world, in heaven or whatever thing.
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Oh this story is over, so is Dan's and Phil's life, sorry that must have hurt.
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*Fat lady sings Heathens* well she sung it, so i won't be back. Bye