Danny's Girl (Phan)

Chapter Fourteen

Dan could here a distant conversation from the upstairs, but not what was being said. All he heard was screams of two different kinds: anger and fear.

Phil spent most of his time in the room Dan was trapped in, though Dan didn't know why. It seemed almost as if he was afraid to leave, or even as if he wanted to stay... but why would anyone want that? Phil's condition was even worse than Dan's, but he had obviously been held hostage longer. Yes, Phil had been acting strangely, but Dan couldn't blame him; he'd been through a lot.

Today was one of the only times where Phil was upstairs. This circumstance would normally give Dan hope that Phil would escape, but instead of the noise of a closing door, he heard screams and sobs.

In an already painful situation, pained noises are definitely not what you wanted to hear.

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She doesn't love me. She really doesn't love me. Phil stumbled down the cold, dark stairs, his black fringe in his eyes along with some of his tears.

Hell, if Grace doesn't even care about me, why am I here? She's the only one that even looks at me, and all that was a lie. Phil walked further into the darkness to find what he was looking for.

Then he found it.

This is it.

"Phil?"

Phil turned, dropping the knife that he had held to his throat to see Dan, still sitting in the same metal chair he had for six days, but this time he looked different. Instead of the usual look of despair on his pretty-boy face, his eyebrows were tilted slightly upward, and his eyes were wider than usual. He almost looked worried.

He almost looked like he cared.

No, he doesn't care. Dan hates you. He stole Grace, your one sole purpose in life, away from you. Don't you remember that? The voices inside Phil's head continued to feed him lies, but somehow, the smallest one stood out the most.

You know him.

Dan saw some recognition flash in his ice blue eyes, but Phil quickly blinked, and it was gone as fast as it came. He slowly picked up the blade from the dirty floor and repositioned it against his neck, not taking his eyes off of the brunet. Phil spoke softly, almost with no emotion. "Why do you care if I live or die?"

Dan paused. "Are you serious? Phil, what happened to you? You used to be confident, you used to be happy, you, you... Phil, I used to be depressed, and when I say that, I mean it was bad. I would isolate myself from others with only a computer and a charger for days on end, barely even bothering to get food or any other essential needs. I would have an existential crisis every two seconds to the point where I quit almost everything I ever took part in because the stress would cause me to collapse."

It was almost as if Phil had a flashback; he could remember something, a feeling, he just didn't know from what.

"When I met you, unlike anyone sane would do, you helped me with my issues and actually interacted with me, for some unknown reason. You helped me see that I wasn't just some worthless piece of garbage, and you always found the positive outcome in every situation."

Phil dropped the knife, a single tear rolling down his face. I do know you.

Seeing his best friend cry caused Dan to cry as well. "Phil, I don't know what I would do without you."

As if it were magic, all of Phil's memories flooded into his mind at once, and he collapsed on the ground in tears.

"Phil! Phil, are you oka-"

Dan was cut off by a kiss, one that tastes like cherries and vanilla, a soft kiss that made it seem as if Dan was on a cloud, and Hell, for all he knew, he very well could be. The kiss was filled with love instead of Grace's usual kiss of lust, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that it wasn't his girlfriend. It was Phil. Dan started to feel the chains around his wrists loosen when Phil was yanked back from him.

"Aren't you two just so cute!" Grace cooed, her arm around Phil's throat and her other hand holding the very knife that Phil planned to kill himself with just minutes before.

Grace pierced the rusty edge of the blade into Phil's forehead until blood poured out onto the floor and Phil had stopped moving. Then she took her finger, dipped it in the blood, and painted a smile onto Dan's horrified face. She then left, but not before planting a kiss onto Dan's plump, pink cheek.

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