Don't Let Me Go

Chapter 1

     What does it mean to hit rock bottom? It means getting to the point where a situation is so bad it can't get any worse. For Dan Howell, it could.

     Dan grew up in a relatively good household. There were fights here and there but nothing too serious. When he left for University everything was fine and well, or so he thought. He was only a few months in when he got the most dreadful call of his life. He was told that a deranged man was on the loose and he managed to break into Dan's  home. The deranged man ended up murdering all of Dan's family. He hasn't really been the same since. He began drinking alcohol and taking pain meds to help get his mind off it but he made his situation much worse. He dropped out of Uni and got a lousy job at a small coffee shop, which is surprising that he still has the job considering he skips a lot. 

     One night as Dan was leaving work, a bottle of liquor in his hand, he decided tonight was the night. He had been contemplating his plan for a while and he felt that tonight would be the best time to do it. The plan was simple. Go to a store, pick up some pills, go home, overdose, then nighty night Dan Howell. But first, he has to find a store that has pills. Unfortunately, Dan is so drunk now, he can't even figure out how to put the cap back on his bottle.

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     Phil was sweeping the floor of the back room, peacefully listening to his music. Today was like every other day, boring. No one came to the small flower shop anymore. Everyone went to the department store or to the top notch flower super market across the street. The only thing that the store across the street doesn't have is quality service. At least you have one on one service at the tiny flower shop.

     Today was Phil's day to clean and lock up the store. A couple of Phil's friends helped run the store ever since it opened. Business was better back then. As Phil was finishing the back room he took his earbuds out and heard a large crash in the front of the store. Startled, he ran up there to discover a freakishly tall man on the ground with shattered flower pots around him. As he was about to start yelling at the tall man he noticed the blood that started to pool around him. Phil ran towards the man, lifting him off the floor. A piece of the pot had sliced a decent sized cut on the side of his forehead. Phil pulled out an unused cleaning rag and placed it against the man's wound, trying to get the bleeding to stop.

     "Um, sir? What's your name?" Phil asked gently.

     "Daaaaaaaan..." he said, elongating his name tremendously.

    "Okay, Dan, well let's get you up and into a soft bed so you can rest. You look pale and you reek of alcohol." Phil stated.

    "Waaait," slurred Dan, "What's your naaamme?"

    Phil sighed loudly. He had a long day and just wanted to go home. "Phil. My name is Phil, now come on, we cant have you die here. As far as I know you still have many years ahead of you."

    Dan's face scrunched up into something that resembled a scowl. "What do you know about my life."

    Phil was taken aback by his statement. This guy had to seriously be drunk in order for him to act like this.

    "Look, just get up so I can patch up your head." If this would've happened any other day Phil wouldn't be nearly as moody and irritated. He dealt with one too many rude people today and was not looking to deal with one more.

    It took a couple of minutes to finally get Dan off the floor and in a chair. Every time Phil would get him to stand he would just fall right back onto the floor and laugh. Once he was sat in the metal chair behind the counter, Phil pulled out the first aid kit and begin to treat the injury on Dan's forehead.

   "Okay, I think you're good to go sir," Phil stated.

   Dan just looked at him and stood up and walked out of the small flower shop into the bitter cold that surrounded London. Phil thanked God that he had left. Like he had said, any other day would have been okay, but today was not a good day to mess with Phil. The nerve of those two faced brats over at Lucy's Mega Flower Shop. Nobody messes with Phil Lester's business and gets away with it.

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    The cold air hit Dan in the face as he opened the doors to the tiny shop. His head hurt and his mouth was dry. That was probably all the meds he was on to keep him stable. He was tired of feeling like shit and wanted a change. The only thing that was holding himself back was his addiction to alcohol and pain medicine.

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Hey there! So I hope you enjoyed this chapter. The next chapter will be up soon and hopefully will be a bit better than this one. See you soon!