You Saved Me, I'll Miss You. (A Dan Howell Fanfiction)

Chapter 51, Chloe

  "I think I'll get this one," Jenna says, picking out a cute Christmas jumper. None of her's fit anymore so we decided to get some while we're already out shopping.

  "Dan's been wanting Grand Theft Auto V, so where's the video games?" I ask and she pulls me to the games. Dan last played Xbox with Phil's controller, ended up rage quitting, and broke the controller, so I grab him a new one. 

     We get everybody presents, and go out to the new Shake-a-Way. I get Dan and Phil a shake as well as my own. Jenna orders herself one and we leave for Dan and Phil's. We drop off the drinks then head back to wrap presents.

     We have an epic time, what with my fail wrapping skills, and our Christmas music jam-out session. I got some presents for her, but left them in the car. I have to wait until she leaves to wrap them.

     I walk her out when it gets dark and watch her walk until she turns the corner. I pull my jacket tighter around my body and turn around.

     I see a tall, shadowed figure across the street. I unlock my car and grab the presents quickly, keeping a steady eye on the figure. I lock my car, back inside, and close the door. I look out the window, but he's gone.

     I spend the rest of the night scared and jumping at every sound. I can't even take a normal shower for fear of the whole, "shower murder scene" in scary movies. Call me paranoid, but when you're scared, anything's possible.

     I soon drift off into the first nightmare I've had since starting Therapy.

I'm running away from James, to Dan. Phil's already in the car, and Dan is holding my door open. I look around to see that I'm not moving. I run faster, but everything is zooming out, like I'm running backwards. I look down at my feet and confirm that I'm not, but they're getting so far away. Soon, I'm slung over James' broad shoulder and turned around. I struggle to get free, but fail. He's got a vise-grip.

  "Dan, Please! Dan! Phil!" I try and scream for help, but rain starts pouring down from the grey sky and my voice gets lost.

  "Chloe!" I hear Dan yell, starting to run toward me. I'm thrown to the ground, and pinned by his foot on my stomach. He soon moves it up on my chest just to where I can't breathe. I look up and see him pull out a gun. 

  "James no! Stop! What did he do to you?!" I try and scream again but fail. The rain is too loud.

But not loud enough to block the sound of a gunshot. I look in the direction the gun was pointing, and see Dan's now lifeless body crumple to the ground.

  "NO!" I slam my fist into James' leg repeatedly and finally he looks down. He grins evilly, before crushing my diaphragm with his foot, and blackness takes over. I am dead.