heyyy lolol um yeah i abandoned this but believe it or not, i still don't have anything i can write on and i've been using my aunts laptop and i have to clear the history everyday. but i want to just add that i do not like dan and phil anymore but i still wanna finish this story so i will do that, and i know there are for some reason ppl like this shit of a story. i also hate fanfictions now but y'know. we all need closure on this fucking story already.
btw i wanna change the name of this but i'm not sure if i should bc i cant change the cover and i feel like that'd confuse everybody anyway.
It's cold. It's dark. It's pouring rain.
Phil's never been to this part of town before. The roads are busy and Phil can hardly stop anyone to ask where the nearest motel is because everybody is either on their cell phone or, running to find a shelter of their own to get out of the storm that is said to come.
Phil's phone had died by this point and he was terrified. He's lost, he's alone, sopping wet... But god is he happy to be free from the lying eyes, the guilt tripping, the danger.
Phil keeps walking down the wet roads when all of a sudden, somebody speeds past, splashing a puddle with their tires which covers Phil head to toe. It ruins his clothes and the one back pack he brought with him.
At this point he's freezing and just wants to be warm, happy, sleeping for eternity.
This is the part where I'd be explaining how much Phil regrets what he's done, explaining how all he wants is to be in Dan's arm, feel Dan's warm hands holding him close... but this isn't the case.
The truth is, Phil would rather be freezing to his death than be in Dan's presents.
Phil gave up trying to find a place to stay. He was too tired to keep walking and was for sure he'd faint if he took any more steps. He sat by a closed store on the corner.
The roads had calmed down and he could finally think clearly and actually rationally this time.
Weird things started popping back into Phil's mind.
He sees Dan taking alcohol from the girl who broke into their house, in that exact scene.
He shakes his head and rubs his eyes.
He sees Dan running out of the door in that same exact scene.
Phil realized those weren't things his mind was just making up. Those were actual things he saw with his eyes. He realized he'd been blocking those bad memories out of his head this whole time.
He's afraid. What else has he blocked out of his brain that he should know about?
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Paranoid - PhanFiction
FanfictionDan Howell has terrible night terrors that don't seem to be subsiding, but when his parents send him off to college in hopes that things get better for him, things only sadly, get horribly worse. *This fic is so cringe worthy. It's a huge mess. It...
