Phan One Shots

Literal sunshine..

T/W: Sadness or depressive thoughts and mentions of suicide.

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Phil's POV

'Hi, this is Dan. Sorry I can't get to the phone right now, just wait for the booooop!' His answer message, again! I groan and slam my phone onto the table.

I walk through our apartment, searching for Dan all over; I've even looked behind the sofa and in his wardrobe. He's not here, but he hasn't told me he was going out anywhere. My mind begins to jump to different conclusions - stupid conclusions- he could have been kidnapped. Kidnapped while I'm still here, I think I would have noticed. He was here this morning, eating breakfast with me. Well he wasn't really eating now I think about it, how did I not notice? His eyes were sad this morning, their usual jolly glisten was gone and that hadn't happened in years, so why did I not notice?

A ringing comes from the corridor, causing me to jump. Maybe it's Dan.

I pick up the phone, "Dan!"

"Uhm, no. This is not Dan," the voice from the other end states and I recognise it instantly.

I sigh, "Sorry, Peej. What's up?"

"More like what's up with you, why'd you think I was Dan. Surely he's there with you?"

"Uhm, I don't know where Dan is. He's not here and I don't know where he could have gone or what's happened to him-"

"Phil!" Pj interrupts. "You need to calm down, Dan used to do this all the time. I'm sure he's fine."

I whimper, "I can't let him go back into that hole though, Peej. Not again."

"Phil, he's a grown man, okay. He can protect himself from others."

"What about himself? You remember last time right?" I say agitatedly, angry at the fact that Pj isn't taking this seriously.

He sighs and says naively, "That was years ago, though. I'm sure he's fine. Have you tried ringing him?"

"What do you think?" I spit accidentally.

I hear him take a deep breath, before there is some muttering from the other end. Chris's voice pipes in, "Phil? It's me Chris. I'm going to go down to the park and have a look there, okay?"

I nod and then realise he can't see me, "Yeah, thank you, Chris."

"I'm sure he'll be fine, okay. You stay there in case he comes home, but me and Peej will look."

It's been two hours since I spoke to Pj and Chris and to say I am worried would be an understatement. Dan hasn't come home and I haven't heard that they've found him. Awful thoughts spring to mind, clouding my usual optimistic enthusiasm: what if he's already committed it? What if he's about to and they don't reach him in time? What if he freaks when he sees Chris and Peej and hurts himself accidentally? I should be out there looking, not sitting here like a dumb rock!

Just as I stand from the sofa, my phone begins to play the familiar tune of Britney Spears, "Hello?"

"Phil, we've found him!" Pj almost shouts, sounding slightly panicked. I can hear the sound of water in the background and I instantly know where they are. "He's at the river, Phil. He won't listen."

I hang up the phone and run out of the building, sprinting once I reach the street. My body automatically wants to speed up, to reach Dan before he does something stupid; my legs speed up as I approach the river near our apartment. I don't know why I didn't think of this before! Dan used to always come down here when he was depressed.