Yandere (Phan) ~COMPLETE~

epilogue

Phil ignored the sirens and red and blue lights that flashed on the walls. He ignored the chilling cold air on his back and the weight of Dan in his arms. He ignored the lifeless body of one of his best friends laying limp on the floor, just a few feet away. He ignored the growing migraine in his head. He ignored the pulsating pain behind his eyes.

All he could hear was a ringing silence.

Without a word, Phil gently lowered Dan's head to the floor and slowly stood up; pulling his jumper back on as he did so.

Police and paramedics nudged past him to look over the crime scene and he felt 2 familiar arms wrap around him.

He turned to see his mother sobbing.

"Phil! You didn't answer your phone! We thought whoever kidnapped that Stephen boy had taken you too!"

Phil just shrugged in response, unable to express any sort of emotion.

A police officer pulled him away from his mother and out to the pavement in front of the house.

She asked him questions and he told her everything he knew and witnessed that day. He told her he had shot Dan in self-defense after witnessing him kill his friend. He told her how he had foolishly loved a psychopath that killed out of obsession.

The police let him return home with his family, soon after. His parents tried to talk to him, to ask him if he was okay, but he just shrugged, shuffled upstairs, and locked himself in his room.

He laid back on his bed. The eggshell white color of the ceiling was all he could stand to focus on. The bright colors surrounding him all seemed to melt into soft browns that burned through his occipital lobe. He was afraid to close his eyes and be haunted by those same colors.

His heart slowed to an achingly slow throb and his throat tightened. He had witnessed 3 deaths in one day and that was enough to completely change everything he perceived in the world. He watched his friend kill someone, he watched his boyfriend kill his friend, he shot and killed his boyfriend, and he found out his boyfriend had been responsible for killing several of his friends. All in one evening.

Phil had never thought much of death before. Now, he wanted to completely erase it from his mind. The permanence of it dawned on his every thought and he squeezed, viciously, at his hair, trying to elicit pain as a form of distraction. He wanted to be blissfully ignorant again. He wanted to just be with a sane version of Dan and see all of his friends again.

He still had his friends at school, they would help him with time; but he knew even with time, he would never be the same again. Dan had left behind a permanent scar.

A/N: I've started on a sequel in case you didn't like this ending. It's called Yandegire and it's a bit different.! Go check it out!