Waiting for You // Phan

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Dan's POV

"Help me! Somebody, anybody..."

We're all in a raging sea. A crowd of people I don't know, all floating, fine, not struggling. And I am sinking. Nobody else can see me, hear me, they don't even know I'm here. I just keep sinking, further and further, unnoticed.

"Help!" My words are lost with the stream of bubbles that erupt from my mouth as I cry for help. "Help!" Why can nobody hear me?

I don't know why I am sinking. My feet feel as if they are being pulled down by some immeasurable force. As I continue to fall further, the light above me starts to fade, my surroundings growing darker, making it hard to see in any direction.

The crowd of people continue to grow, until they completely block the light from above.

I have given up on screaming now. Nobody is going to save me. I just let the water fill my lungs and flow over my body as I continue to go sink, slowly, deeper into the sea's mighty depths.

It could be a minute, or an eternity, but my feet finally find the floor. Suddenly, the crushing pressure of water above me feels very real, the absence of oxygen in my lungs burning. Now I am going to die.

I panic. I turn on the ocean floor, but its as if the floor is a magnet that only I am attracted to. I can't move my feet.

A dark silhouette floats toward me, to the left of my head. As it's about to pass me, I reach out and grab what must be an arm. It's human.

I pull the body toward me and look at its face. It's PJ. And he's dead.

I open my mouth in horror as the sharp taste of salt water floods down my throat. PJ, dead. Only the whites of his eyes are showing and his dark hair is floating around his face like a mane. His complexion is so pale, so pale, and looks as if he was frozen - literally. It's like thin veins of ice thread throughout his arms, legs and face.

"PJ?!" I shake his shoulders. "PJ! Please, no, no, no." He can't hear me, obviously, nobody can hear me in the water. I am a mute. But PJ doesn't wake up. He is gone. I want to scream, I want to cry, but that is not possible where I am. PJ is gone.

I let go of PJ's shoulders and watch him sink to the floor. It's only then that I see the other bodies. Adrian, my parents, Louise, and even Tyler. Everyone I care about is dead at my feet.

"Dan..."

There, standing in front of me is the one person left I know I care about. Phil. Alive and healthy. Relief floods through me.

"Dan..."

"Phil! Thank god you're here! You need to help me, help me save everyone."

"Dan..."

"Phil? Are you ok? What's wrong?"

Phil gestured to the bodies littering the floor. "Why did you do this?"

I looked at Phil. "Are you serious? I didn't - I couldn't, you don't actually think I did this? These are my family, my friends."

Phil suddenly looked angry, but sad at the same time. He shook his head and stared at me. "Why can't you feel love, Dan? You could have saved all these people, but you let them die. Because you are incapable of love. Why can't you feel, Dan? Why can't you love? I'm the last one. And you can't save me either. Goodbye, Daniel Howell..."