Welcome Home (Phan)

Nine

Phil's POV

TW: Swearing (one word, towards end)

I think I need to get out. Get out of this bed, this house. I think I need to get out of my head.

I need a break, I know that. I just don't know what I need to break from, I've been doing close to nothing for the past three weeks. Maybe I need a break from nothing.

I roll slowly onto my back, realising there's no rush. It's Saturday and my bedside clock is only glowing a faded green in three of it's four spots, no one will be awake for a while. 

As I'm staring blankly at my ceiling, I notice how badly it needs a fresh coat of paint. It's flaking in various areas and there's a few stains from god knows what. I groan, it's just adding to the list of things that need to be done. The list that I'll continue adding to and continue worrying about. But hey, I'll mark all of the tasks off eventually. Not today, not tomorrow but...eventually.

Just as I was beginning to suffocate in self pity and sorrow, as per usual morning routine, my phone begins to shake on the wooden table to the left of my bed. "Go away, my god." My voice is muffled by the pillow I've come to bury my face in quite often. The shaking stops, only to start up again two minutes after it had ceased and I thought I was free. 

Considering whoever was awake at this ungodly hour, which I later learned was almost eight in the morning, wasn't planning on giving up any time soon I grabbed my phone with whatever fingers felt like co-operating. I manage to answer the call after what felt like hours of dragging my finger across the screen. Technology aggravates me to a certain extent.

"..hello?" Croaky, didn't expect much else to be honest. There was just silence from the other side of the phone. Prank call? At this time? Who in their right mind would do that?

I was so very close to pressing the red button at the bottom of my phone's screen to end the 'funny' call someone decided to make but I heard a mumble, "Phil?" 

Cautiously placing the phone back to my ear, I pushed a sentence out of my mouth, "That's my name, what do you want?" I didn't mean it to sound as harsh as it did but to be fair, I'm tired. Really tired.

"Woah, Philly. Back the fuck up yeah?" The voice shot back. My stomach twisted, my heart wouldn't slow down and my hands grew incredibly shaky and sweaty. There's no way. How? But...no. No no no. But maybe, just maybe.

"Dan?"