The Corpse of Lovers: A Phanfiction

Chapter Two: Treehouse

Hey narwhals! So WARNING there will be mention of depression and suicide! So if that triggers you, I am sorry and this is your heads up. Just a reminder, suicide and depression are not jokes or to be taken lightly! I do not support making said things jokes! I believe that they are serious topics. With that I must bid you a buh-bye!💙

Phil's POV

      I calmly hopped into my house and shut the door. Then I ran upstairs, into my room slamming the door and died inside. Heh, how funny is that... I just invited my neighbor whom I've never talked to, to hang out inside a treehouse I've never been in. Greatttttt....
It was 8, so I grabbed my backpack filled with snacks and sodas and climbed up the tree and into the treehouse. It was oddly serene and beautiful. But there was something that caught my eyes in the treehouse that supposedly no one has ever been inside. There was a cubby cube filled to the brim and overflowing with papers. Pictures. Hmmm..

Dan's POV

     It was 8! Shiz! It was a lie that neither of us had ever been there. I have. I still do. I draw up there. And paint. Mostly someone I can't seem to get out of my mind recently. Mostly...
     I swing open the treehouse hatch to see Phil looking through my box. My box. Shiz.

Phil's POV

I pick up the box and sit crisscross. I take out one of the papers. A blush quickly comes to my face as I see what it is. It's a pretty well drawn picture of me, dated to two weeks ago and signed by Dan. I start looking at all of the pictures in the box, making me redder each page. Then, I see a letter.

Dear Philly,

A heat comes to my cheeks. When Dan and I were younger, around seven, a little after the incident, I had a bit of a crush on him. Once he called me "Philly" and it just made my day. He could tell so he kept calling me that. And he never heard but I'd always reply, "DANNNYY!" Like I was embarrassed. I missed the name Philly. I was about to read the rest but Dan yanked it out of my hand.
"PHIL!" Dan practically squealed, "How much did you read?" I was shocked. I've never seen Dan so angry, frustrated, or embarrassed.
"O-only the beginning... The Dear Phil-" I start. But Dan cuts me off by burying his face in his hands, blushing profusely.
"Bye, Phil." He tells me as he leaves through the hatch, letter in his hand.

I've never been this worried since I was seven. And that was for good reason. I haven't seen Dan at school for three weeks. Enough was enough. So I decided to do something that I have never done or even considered since the incident.
I walked up to the average sized and looking house. It had plain white walls and plain red bricks covering the bottom portion. The patio was peaceful and white too. It had a bench swing, and the floor was breaking apart a bit because of the vines. There was a bright red door and a black handle with a classic doorbell beside it. I was going to knock on somebody's door. Specifically, Dan's door.

Dan's POV

I rush into my house and shut the door. I grab my beat up backpack and stuff it with my phone, phone charger, food, water, soda, snacks, clothes, and some sticky notes with a pen. I look at the letter in my hand. "Just in case..." I place the letter on my bed just in case my depression takes over. Just in case something happens. My plan is just to run. Run away from Phil. From this boring town. From my boring house. From my parents who practically moved away. But mostly from my feelings. All of them. I don't want to feel sad, or angry, or even happy anymore. I don't want to feel. But I especially don't want to feel desire. That's practically one of the seven sins you know. Greed, wrath, envy, pride, glutton, sloth, and lust. Greed, I'm greedy to want more than I need. Wrath, I'm easily angered and put people into a bad mood. Envy, I'm envious of everyone I've met, they're all so... Happy. Happy, without me. Pride. That's something I have nothing of. But I used to. Used to. Gluttony and sloth, well yeah, I don't take care of myself. I never do, never have. Lust, I have a lust for power. Power over myself. I'm really one big sin, aren't I. Well that's something to think about. I leave my house and get on a train heading to nowhere.

Phil's POV

I rang the doorbell. No answer. I ring it again. No answer. Again. And again. Same response. Then just one more time to be sure. Nothing. I sigh and open the door by picking the lock. I open the cherry red door to be released into a homey house that sent shivers down my spine. The nostalgia... I looked around downstairs and finally checked upstairs. I left his room for last. This is where it got serious. Whatever I found here, be it nothing or... I put my pale fingers on the cold golden doorknob and turn it slowly. A hear a click and look inside Dan's room. Nothing, I thought at first. In his bed covers I saw a paper. A note. No, a letter.
Dear Philly,

Gahhhhhh! It made me sad just to write!! Also, should I continue? It's pretty fun to write so I probably will but I'd love some feedbacks and ideas! I added the song above as a little... Well, Easter egg I guess. Also, HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!!!! With that I must bid you a buh-bye!💙

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