a/n: hi so first of all this got way more reads than i expected so thank you to those who've been keeping up with this shit show :)
this chapter is phils pov after a few weeks of dan living in the house
The one thing I've hated more than anything else is that ever since I died, I don't sleep.
Nights are long and rough.
I don't want to disturb Dan, so I spend the nights curled up in the closet in the basement.
My mother sits at the old dining room table, while my dad tries to stay as far away from her as possible.
I can see it in their faces; they don't want to be trapped down here any longer.
The three of us longed to get out for years.
But ever since Dan moved in upstairs, things haven't been so bad.
Being alone with my thoughts for countless hours on end is hell.
The only thing my mind's been on was Dan.
I want to protect him.
I can tell he's struggling.
The way he grips onto his long sleeves, desperately trying to cover his wrists.
The way he tells his parents he wants to eat dinner in his room, but doesn't eat it.
The way PJ and his asshole friends torment him day after day.
I want to surround Dan with affection.
I want to love him.
Dan and I are closer than ever, but I can tell he still hasn't opened up to me entirely.
But to be fair, I haven't either.
As far as he's concerned, I'm just the neighbor.
The boy next door.
a/n: hi sorry for yet ANOTHER note but this was supersupersuper shitty it was just a filler. or should i say... a philler..? HA i'm so sorry
if you didn't pick on this yet, phil and his family are all dead, and they hide in the basement. dan's pretty oblivious but everything's gonna changE SOON
thanks for reading this if you did because it's literally trash but
YOU ARE READING
dance with the dead. || phan au
Fanfiction"there's no other person, that i'd rather be stuck with, howell." // t.w. : cutting, suicide, depression [finished!]
