Beautiful

Chapter 4

Dan's POV:

Before I knew it, I was surrounded by black. It was all I could see. Nothing else. Pure black. Normally it wouldn't be that bad for me, but since there were no signs of life anywhere, I was terrified.

"H-hello? Hello? Is someone out there?"

"D-dan?" a familiar voice quivered.

"Phil? Where are you?"

At first, there was no reply.

"Phil, please, I'm begging you! Please come out. We need to talk. I'm scared," I admitted, my voice cracking.

All of a sudden, a light emerged in the center of the darkness, shining upon Phil. I was relieved. I didn't care about our argument anymore. At that moment, I just wanted to be with my friend. I ran with all his might to him, hugging him hard in the process.

"Oh Phil," I whimpered. "I love you. More than anyone or anything in this world. Please don't kick me out."

Before Phil could say a word, he screamed in pain. I looked downward and saw a gushing blood wound on his side.

"NO! PHIL!"

He fell to the floor, and I dropped to my knees to be beside him, but it was too late.

"Y-you're gonna be fine. P-Phil?" I asked as Phil's eyelids shut. "PHIL? PLEASE, NO! PLEASE!" His form then...disintegrated. What was going on?

"Why do you care?" a familiar voice questioned harshly. It sounded like the exact same familiar voice from last time, but, how? This time I could see the person who contained the voice right away. He was even holding a knife with blood on it. Phil's blood. I stared, confusion evident in my eyes.

"You don't recognize me? It's me, Phil. The real Phil."

I could barely speak.

"The r-real Phil? N-no Phil would never hurt anyone-."

"Oh please. That Phil was weak," this second Phil scoffed. "He would never tell you who you truly are. You're a puny, spineless idiot who only thinks of himself. I mean, after all, if that weren't the case, our friendship wouldn't be at its breaking point now would it, Daniel?"

"I-I-" I sobbed. Phil was correct about everything. We could never be friends again, and it would be my fault.

"Pathetic."

I remained kneeled on the dark floor, taking in all the sorts of words he had to say about me.

"Lame."

"Selfish."

"You never loved me."

"Why didn't you open your door for me?"

"Just kill yourself."

"Unforgivable."