Best Friends (phanfic)

The Park

Euphoric laughter bounced off of the stairwell walls like a rubber ball as Phil and Daisy jubilantly ascended the stairs to the fifth floor of their apartment building. The day had been great so far. Phil and his daughter Daisy had spent an amazing day together.

First they had gone across town to see an animated movie that Phil had secretly been ecstatic about watching, much to the contrary of Daisy's reluctant shrug and uninterested nap halfway through. They both then had made their way back home, and Phil's one-year-old daughter had tugged his arm excitedly in eager anticipation of a visit to the playground. They two of them had been out much later than anticipated due to the amazing time they were having, having meant to return at 4:00 but actually arriving home at 6:23.

The azure-eyed boy and his azure-eyed little daughter's joyful giggles faded into silence as they both reached the doeskin painted door of their home, and Phil produced a blue and white spotted set of keys and a broken light-saber keyring on a weak, rusty keyring.

Slotting his housekey in to the keyhole to his apartment and turning it anti-clockwise, Phil noticed that the door had been unlocked. That was weird. His girlfriend usually almost always securely locked their door, and she wasn't nearly as forgetful as her boyfriend.

It wasn't a big deal anyway, she probably just forgot to lock the door after them. The midnight-haired boy had dismissed his little thought as nothing to worry about as he gently pushed open the front door, calling out his girlfriend's name and leading Daisy by the hand in to the living room.

What lay in front of his very eyes shook him mercilessly to the core like a death sentence to the electric chair. It was his girlfriend. Asking, pleading, begging for mercy.

"Phi-i-ll, ple-e-ease h-h-elp me..." she barely whispered as she choked helplessly on her own crimson excrements.

Phil watched as the faint flicker of life went out in her eyes. He watched her pale jade coloured eyes, full of laughter and life and joy and twinkly eye smiles, fade in to a ghostly, almost white colour. Lifeless.

"D-daisy, wait in the h-hall, okay sweetie?" Phil had spoke thickly, on the brink of tears.

"Okay, Daddy!" she smiled sweetly and skipped out from the room, seemingly completely oblivious as to what was happening.

Apprehensively edging over to his girlfriend, each edging step seeming like an eternity, Phil saw her up close. Skimming over her mutilated body tearfully from the head down, he saw.

Messy, tangled clumps of shoulder-length dirty-blonde hair had been yanked out viciously from her scalp in odd places like an ugly doll. Her left eye had horrifyingly taken on the liquid-like appearance of soup, seemingly having been stabbed violently and repeatedly with a blood-crusted pair of kitchen scissors that lay inches away underneath her favourite armchair.

A small piece of what seemed like her tongue floated grimly atop her liquid-filled eye socket. She had seemingly been burned alive from the waist down and had then been splashed several times with boiling oil to put out her clothing, which had caught on fire.

The skin on her entire right arm had been painfully removed, terrifyingly exposing her muscles and in some places her bones, since her blood had long since dried up. Each and every one  of her nails had been plucked off and had been strewn carelessly around the apartment, some hidden under furniture. Bruises littered every inch of what was left of her soft curves, accompanied by deep cuts and slashes that seemingly had been made by the same pair of scissors.

Phil collapsed in despair and shock on to the indigo carpeted floor, thousands of memories flashing before him.

He remembered the slightly rainy day when the three of them had all taken a family daytrip to Lego land. The sound of her laugh echoed through his brain. He remembered when they had all shared Daisy's first Christmas together and it had somehow started to snow gently, just as they had all given up on it. The pastel green pear colour of her eyes glowed happily within his mind. One of her dreams had always been to grow old with the one she loved.

Sorrowful streams of teardrops flowed dolefully from his innocently rounded sea-green eyes, he just couldn't help it. His girlfriend had grown on him immensly in the past year, and he had loved and trusted her so much. And now she was gone. An innocent life taken cruelly by someone who must be sick in the head. Deranged.

Taking in a shaky breath, Phil wiped his tears away roughly with his sleeve and dialed 999.

"He-llo-o? My w-wif-fe's j-j-just be-en m-murdered."

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"D-do I have anywhere to s-stay while you i-investigate? I think I have someone in mind..."
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THANK YOU ALL FOR 100 READS!!!!  Also I finally got my phone back! I'll be writing nonstop it seems, because I wanna do something special for Valentine's Day, so get ready. Also I'm a pretty disturbing person I know thanks hehehe. May have copied some of the gory ideas from Corpse Party...