It Was A Cold November Night [PHAN]

9.Everything Is Blue

Phil wasn't there.

I could see everyone going on and on and on about their shitty lives and the only shitty life I cared about wasn't even in the room.And it was freaking me the hell out.

I tried to get out of the room and go look for him,but everytime I made an excuse,they told me to sit on my chair and listen.When it was my turn to talk,I couldn't think about anything other than Phil,so I just stared at all the bored faces and they stared back,and I chewed on my nails until they started to bleed.

They moved on from me and the next person started to talk.But i couldn't stay there anymore.I had to get out.Time was running out.

Finally at 11:15 I got out of that Hell Hole and ran towards Phil's room.I stopped at his door, thinking about what I could find if I opened it.What if the guy in the woods had found us? What if he had got to Phil,and...and...

I stopped my brain from thinking and opened the door.

Nothing.It was empty,just like this morning when I'd woken up.He had made his bed as always,and my sheets were literally on the floor because I had more important shit to do that morning.

Where the hell was he?

Maybe he was questioning those people that were friends with the ones from our list.Maybe he was in one of their rooms,but I couldn't help but think that he could have been left alone somewhere,probably dead;just like my dream.

You see,I think a lot about death.Death is my favorite word,but in this case,it made me shake like my last time ever on a lift.And I didn't know why.

I immediately ran upstairs to my own room -that I shared with Pj-and it was empty as well.I searched the campus,the gym,the music room,and every single place that I could, and he was no where to be seen.My heart was racing,my shirt was soaked with sweat and I couldn't catch my breath.

I ignored thw song that was playing in my head and tried to think.Where would Phil go?

Think,Dan.Think.

There was only one place that I hadn't searched.

The woods.

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I was running like my life depended on it,which,it kinda did.

He told me the day he saved my life: Only a few of us have the permission to go out of Oakville,and we should get back before the dark.

So I got back to the cafe teria,went into the kitchen,and stole a lighter,some duct tape,and a can of soup.It wouldn't have been easy if I wasn't friends with Pratt.And by friends,i mean,well,a guy that I didn't hate.

He actually gave me the permission to see how the meals were made,only under his observation.And it was hard,getting all those things when he wasn't looking.If Pratt had come from his trip sooner,I could have killed myself pretty easily,but now, I just didn't want to.I had to catch a killer first.

When I had all the ingridients,I rushed out to the secret door that was now locked,thanks to the Chaser In The Woods.But I knew it woulf be locked.That's why I was doing what I was doing.

I drew a detailed shape of the key hole on a piece of paper and went back upstairs,in Graves' office.I knew she was going to be out for like two minutes to say good bye to Pratt,who was now leaving.I hadtwo mintues to get in and out,and do my thing in the middle of it.

I watched her and Pratt get out of the office and I rushed in.Graves' key collection was right therr on the wall,with each key having its own place. So I looked at them as fast as I could,and I compared the shapy of the key hole with the like,12 of the keys until I found a match.