Trapped//Phan

Chapter Twenty-Three

Hello
Ppppppppfffftttt.
WHAT late update?
Yeah sorry
I just got lazy
There's no real excuse

I MIGHT (emphasis on 'Might' )be updating twice because I have 10 hours left in this frickin car so...yeah. Enjoy???

Dan walked into his nearly empty room. Dan lost count of the days since he told him mum he was moving out. He guessed a month at the minimum. Dan diverted his thoughts back to his room and back to work. There was still so much to be done.

Dan took the corner of his brown duvet and ripped of his bed, exposing his brown sheets. Brown, brown, brown,and brown. That was the summery of his room.

"Hey. Got more boxes." Phil announced bringing ten or eleven boxes into the room. Dan nodded, and smiled nervously."You okay?" Phil asked raising his right brow and set the boxes against the wall.

"Yeah it's just..." Dan looked around and smiled to himself. "I'm finally done with this fucking place." Dan laughed. Tears streamed down his cheeks, whether they were sad or happy was unknown still.

Phil can over and threw his arm around Dan's shoulder. "Finally?" Phil asked.

"Yeah finally. This house is full of unwanted memories, fake smiles, dark nights, nightmares, and so much more." Dan explained looking around. He said it casually, because exposing this information didn't bother him. And besides, Phil deserved to know the secrets behind a pretty picture.

"Sounds like a House of Horrors." Phil commented collapsing on Dan's sheets. Phil's hands folded neatly underneath his head, and his head nearly touching Dan's hands since Dan was standing up.

Dan set the duvet he had been holding down and unfolded, it crashed roughly on the ground. Dan turned around and crashed down on the bed mimicking Phil's' actions, except his hands rested on his stomach. Because the collapsed on opposite sides of the bed, Phil's head was next to Dan's waist, and Dan's head was next Phil's waist instead of being head to head, but neither cared."You know what Phil?" Dan started picking up his head to see Phil's, and Phil picking up his to meet Dan's eyes. "That's exactly what it is." Dan turned his head back to the empty white ceiling. "It's my house of horrors." And with that, they both laid there silently, causing a dramatic effect to Dan's words.

"Then let's get you the hell out." Phil suggested after a couple minutes. Dan knew he was just hinting that they should get back to work, so Dan did.

Dan started to pack the boxes, putting his old journals full of drawings and stories in there, but not without flipping through a couple of them. He opened the first page, it was a picture of a open door with light coming out of it. Dan wondered what was on the other side, he wondered what younger him thought was on the other side. The next page was a story, it was short and cringey, but to Dan it was just like everything else in the book. The story was about happiness and love and-

Blah blah blah.
Was I really that naive??

Dan thought disappointed. But slowly as the journal progressed, as did the darkness that lied deep within the pages. He started to draw shadows, suffocation, fears, and so much more. The stories started ending with the lovers dying , one dying, them not loving each other at all, or one moves. This is when Dan started to get 'bad'. Dan noticed too, looking through the pages, until he reached the last one.  A drawing, of a closed door, with a puddle of liquid flowing out.

Blood.

That was Dan's first thought. It seems as Dan hadn't changed much from the last chapter, it's a shame too.

"Dan. Do you want to keep that?" Phil asked Dan.

Dan realized his eyes were watery, and without blinking, a tear fell out of his eye. He wished he would just stop being over emotional, and just to stop crying in general. "Uh-er- n-no." Dan stuttered. He didn't want another reminder of what his life was like he everyday, that's what his mind was for. He felt the notebook slip out of his hands, and Phil place in a black plastic bag never to be seen again.

Dan looked at the rest of his room, and then fear pumped through his veins. It was so quick, it was like someone flipped the switch on his mood. He realized what was going to happen. Phil would be there. Always. Phil cared (right?). Dan's mum didn't. Dan realized how many things he now couldn't get away with. Phil would force him to eat. He would be forced to do all these things... to talk to someone about everything, etc.   All these thoughts clouded Dan's head, and his hands started to shake, not quite violently, yet. And the worst of all:

Phil would give me false hope.

Dan knew that this would break Dan. False hope would kill Dan. Literally. And at that exact moment Phil walked in. Dan turned his head towards Phil. At the doorway Phil tilted his head a little, then smiled.

"Dan you have school tomorrow right?" Phil asked.

"Y-Yeah." Dan replied, surprised by the random question.

"Then your not going to have time to do this tomorrow...." Phil trailed off but Dan waited. He knew there was a second part of that sentence. "So get to work!" Phil smiled.

Dan nodded but continued to look at Phil as he dropped boxes and put Dan's stuff in boxes. He couldn't do it. Ignore Phil, or even hurt Phil so he would ignore Dan, things he had done to all his past friends. Though there were few. Dan couldn't do that to Phil.

Dan couldn't hurt Phil. He couldn't do that to Phil. Or himself. Dan couldn't be the one to make Phil cry. Because then Dan would actually die. Because Phil was the sunshine.

And although Emily was his stars that lead him through the night, Phil was the sun that never set.

Okay. Tomorrow or Sunday there will be a FOR SURE update. K bye!
Wait
Why am I almost at 800 reads
Wtf
STOP
Seriously this book isn't good
It's really confusing
Uuggghhh