DAN'S POV: I'm falling. I hear him yelling. But I'm falling. I wish I wouldn't have done this. Phil needs me. What did I just do?! Then I hit the ground..
I don't feel it because of the shock. But I know I'm hurt bad. I cant breathe. I can't see. I lay there. What seems like hours later Phil races out the door.
"DAN. NO!!!! NO NO NO. DAN. BABY." I hear Phil scream as he runs to me.. I don't know what's going on. I can't breathe. He's there. He's always been there. What have I done?!
"Hold on baby. Help is on the way! Why Dan.. why?" He sobs and I have to tell him I'll be okay.
"I'm s-so sorry Phil. I-I love you baby." I manage to get out. I can't lose Phil and he can't lose me. I hear sirens and the next thing I see is a bright light. It's a hospital ceiling.
Phil runs into the room.
"Dan.. baby no.." he says as he runs over to me.
"I love you Phi.." I don't remember anything after that point.
I spend the next 2 weeks in bad condition. Phil stays with me most nights. I told him why I did it. He cried a lot. I can't believe I almost left the love of my life because of some haters on the fucking internet.
My phone dings and I got a message from that same number that said all that stuff.
"Dan. I didn't think you'd try to kill yourself. I'm so sorry. It was just a joke. I'm a fan. I am so so so sorry.. I'll never text you again. I'm glad you're okay."
I smile because I know I'll be alright. I've got my baby and that's all I need. When Phil comes back I show him the text and we spend the rest of the night cuddling and watching video edits of Phan.
AUTHORS NOTE****
Should this be the end? Or should I continue???
