Behind The Mask ~

Barely Alive ~

One glance at the bridge confirmed Phil's suspicions. A hooded figure, clothed in black, stood there almost warily, like they didn't want to stand there on the edge of death, knowing that one footstep would kill them. Phil, however, was skulking underneath the abandoned bridge, making sure that Dan wouldn't see him as he plummeted down into oblivion. Tears were pouring down both their faces as Dan hesitated for a second, removing one firmly planted foot from the safety of the ground, dangling it off the side of the ledge as if he was thinking that this whole thing was an illusion. A few moments of silence passed, as if every living being had paused whatever they were doing to pay a tribute to this messed up, suicidal boy who's only care in life was making sure he hit the river before anyone noticed him. Unfortunately that wish wasn't going to be granted. In one swift, whole movement, he jumped into death.

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Tears were pouring down both their faces as Dan's streamlined body pierced the iridescent water like an arrow, throwing up a abnormally big wave of crystalline ice. Without any hesitation, Phil ran faster than he had ever gone before, his white converse sinking into the damp mud by the edge of the water as he dived into the everlasting depths of the river's tears. Almost as soon as Phil's body touched the sea of suicide, he was completely submerged. It was like someone soaked his body with water so cold it was nearly ice, and electrocuted him, the shock was so sudden. For a few seconds, the World carried on living, the water regained it's smoothness, as if no one had jumped in there before. Then the once-calm surface of the river was shattered. Gasping for breath, Phil appeared, his hair matted and stuck to his face like someone had purposefully glued it there, and his skin was so pale it was almost transparent. Clutching the tiny strands of luscious green poking out from the glutinous mud like it was his lifeline, Phil dragged himself out, mud and all sorts of liquids smeared over his clothes. All of him was out apart from his hand, still inside the water. Pulling with all his strength, a zombie-like body with huge bags under his sunken brown eyes emerged from the shallows, his eyes closed and his face etched into a grimace. Phil started sobbing, seeing his new friend like this, nearly dead, made him want to do the same thing that Dan did. Struggling to keep his emotions in control, Phil laid his trembling hands on Dan's chest, desperately searching for a pulse. 

Bump, bump. Bump, bump. A very faint heartbeat was heard. Phil nearly passed out in relief as he fumbled in his pocket for his phone, tears still pouring down his face like a waterfall of sorrow. Repeatedly pushing the on button, to no success, anger rose up in his chest almost as quick as helplessness. As the banging sound of the phone smashing against the rock-hard bricks echoed through the tense air, a flickering light shone through the darkness randomly, like a little beam of heaven through the bottom of hell. Phil's eyes widened in thought of what could be the source of the light. Stepping through the tangled, damp weeds of the riverbank, he quickly found out that it wasn't a torch like he thought, it was a phone. An iPhone, to be exact. Dan's iPhone.

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Feeling held-back tears well up in his eyes, Phil fumbled with the on switch, desperately trying to switch it back on again. Planning to call 999, he went to the keypad, when a notification came through. In thick black letters, lay a message Phil did not want to see in this situation. 

jakey: i know who angie was killed by, and ik why dan's so troubled

A/N: so i've had major writers block and today was the last day of primary school for me ;-; hopefully be writing more but i just have no inspiration