The End

16. The End

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Phil's POV:

A loud noise wakes me from my nap. I open my eyes and look around blindly for what could have caused it. Everything is dark and blurry.

"Dan?" I call out as I begin to search for my glasses. I don't get a response. "Dan, is that you?" I say louder. Nothing.

I get up and search the coffee table, the couch, and under the couch for my glasses. To my disappointment, I don't find them anywhere.

Great, I lost my glasses.

I straighten up and carefully make my way to the light switch. I have come to the conclusion that Dan is not home since it is so dark—he hates the dark. I get to the switch only to see that it is already on, meaning the lights should be on too. That's weird. I ignore it and use the wall to get to the other switch. That one is already turned on too. That could only mean the power has gone. That has never happened here before. I sigh as I stumble to the kitchen to grab a flashlight from one of the drawers. Once I have it, I turn it on and decide to call Dan to ask where he is. I turn around and almost scream.

Standing less than six feet away from me is Dan—or at least I think its Dan. I can't see his face clearly due to the weird lighting and my absence of glasses. He wears all black clothes and his hair looks weird. He holds what looks to be a vase of roses and my glasses in his hands. Normally, I would feel a sense of happiness and adoration run through me when I look at him. Not this time. This time I feel nothing. It frightens me a little.

"Um, Dan?" I say after a few seconds of silence. He just continues to stare at me.

Something within me tells me this is not Dan. I begin to take a step away from him, but I bump into the counter, preventing me from moving further back. In one swift movement, which seems inhumanly fast, Not-Dan raises the vase over his head and brings it down hard on my head. The impact causes pain to flood my head. Shards of glass and roses fly everywhere. I fall right at his feet. The last thing I see is Not-Dan's face coming close to mine, almost as if he wants me to see him, a smirk on his lips. One last thought stays in my head as I blackout.

Hunter.

***

I wake up in a soft bed. If it weren't for the headache, I would have thought I had a nightmare. I look down at myself and see that my jumper has been taken off, leaving my scars in clear view. I also notice that there are rose petals on the bed. It makes me feel uncomfortable.

What the heck is going on?

I look around and realize I am in the cottage.

"Sleeping Beauty finally woke up," says a voice, Hunter, as he walks out of the kitchen and into the bedroom.

Quickly, I sit up and press myself into the backboard as far away from him as possible, causing my headache to grow in the process. I put my hand up to where most of the pain is. I wince as my fingertips barely touch what I'm guessing is a massive cut. I bring my hand back down and see it is covered in dark red blood. I have a short flashback to the last time I saw this much blood.

(Flashback)

I look down at my arms. They are both covered, from the inside of my elbows to my wrists, in cuts. Blood pours out of them and I can't stop it. It stains my clothes, the floor, the bathtub—everything. I cry and cry.

I just want to die.

(End of Flashback)

I snap back to the present. That flashback was from August last year—over 8 months ago. That was the last time I self-harmed.