It's not Heaven without you. (Phan)

Chapter 1: The worst day

I still feel the harsh taste of metal on my lips. Blood. Pouring from some hole in my forehead. One of my eyes is closed shut, once brown,it is now filled with the same red that used to flow trough my veins. That's where it belongs, anyway. Fuck, I'm losing too much of it. Even with only one working eye I see an image I never wanted to view. Not even in my worst nightmares did I think I'd see this scene.

The boy I loved, lying dead on the ground. His blue eyes that used to wake me up every morning are now cold, lifeless, staring at me. The pale skin I've seen so many times before is now covered in the same substance mine is. The bus driver that couldn't stop in this horrible, icy weather just ran out in an adrenaline filled panic. "Oh my God..." he whispered, seeing what his wheels did to us. It's not his fault, I realise that. I'm not mad at him, but  I'm furious at whatever fucking god I never believed in chose for this to happen There's people yelling, looking at our mangled bodies. I just noticed, my arm was about 5 feet away from my body. A beautiful last sight of my life.

I close my eyes for the final time. The last sound I ever heard was a female voice screaming for help. I remember her, she was one of our fans. We met her a few months ago, on our tour. Only this time she sounds different. Her scream then was one of joy, but now it's filled with despair. "999, there was an accident" She hurried to help. I don't remember anything else on this Earth except for a sudden heat and a weird sensation of falling.

I woke up in chains, in some kind of cave. The floor was filled with fire, and what looked like molten steel. Falling wasn't really a smart option.

"Welcome, Dan." somebody's deep, harsh voice pierced my ears. He walked out of the dark, like some kind of cliche movie villain would. To my utter surprise, he looked exactly like the man I thought died with me just a few minutes ago. The man who I saw lying dead with my own two eyes. The man I never wanted to be dead.  It's just that his eyes were so much more distant that Phil's. And his menacing grin... No it can't be him. This can't be the person I fell in love with.

"Where the fuck am I, why the fuck do you look like Phil, what the fuck happened, who the fuck brought me here and why the fuck am I here?" I scream out, trying to sound commanding, but in the end sounding as terrified as I am.

"You're in Hell, to put it simply. And, from the number of times you said "fuck" in that sentence should give you an idea about why you're here. And, I brought you here, of course. Do you remember falling down here? The red flashes? And your little boyfriend died too. Only, he went somewhere else, where you never belonged, Daniel. I should say that I quite like this face. I think it's going to hurt a lot more when I do all of those horrible things to you if I look like him, isn't it?"

"So Phil is going to be okay? Right?"

"Unless he really fucks up something up there, I doubt you guys will see each other ever again... Well, he could... No, but he won't. "

"He could what?"

"Ask to come down here with you. But nobody in their sane mind would ever want to do that. Even if he did want to, I doubt God would tell someone as kind as him about that. He doesn't want poor Philly to suffer for some asshole that never deserved him."  he smiled as if he actually enjoyed telling me this.

I don't want him to come here. I don't know what kind of suffering goes on in here. But whatever it is, I know the one I love doesn't deserve it.