Dan POV
I waited till I hear Phil's dad to go out, then I knocked on the latch.
No answer...
I call to Phil, but there's no answer.
I look around for something to break the lock. It's dark, but there is a small window that's lets it just enough like to see.
After what felt like a eternity, I find a pair of wire cutters in a old cardboard box.
They're rusty but they should work.
I press down as hard as I can, using every ounce of force in my body.
Snap!
The lock breaks...
I burst in. It's eerily silent. Then, I feel my stomach drop like a rock.
There phill lies, crumpled on the floor; by his bed.
My heart stops, and my mind races.
Dan: " ph...phil?!"
My vision starts to blur, as my misty eyes scan for any signs of movement.
Dan: "ph...phil?!"
I repeat, looking around the room. Walking around the bed I find Phil...
Battered and bruised... and not moving.
