windows☆d.j.h.

☻Chapter Eight☻

I dashed into the bathroom. After taking a long, hard stare at the mess of hair I had, I decided I needed to see Dan. I quickly undressed and ran into the shower. I turned on the shower head, letting the cold, but soon warm water covers my skin. I cleaned myself up and turned off the water.

Stepping into the cold air, I wrapped a towel around my upper body. Once I was dried off, I put on my clothes for the day. Since I was only going to see Daniel, I just needed some jeans and a t-shirt. I dressed in black jeans and a blue Panic! shirt. My hair was put back to look nice.

I slipped on a pair of converse and crossed the hallway. The door was unlocked, so I entered the flat easily. I locked it on my way in. The flat was a mess. There were clothes that clearly belonged to Phil overflowing from trash bags. His house plants were not tightly shoved into the corners, now wilting away. The place looked like a tornado swept through.

"Dan?" I called out looking for any sign of life. No response. I called out once more, but heard nothing but silence.  A cold wind pushed through the air. I walked towards the only room that was giving off energy. Phil's room.

Opening the door, I wasn't sure what to expect. Was this room going to be a mess like the others? Or clean? Or completely empty?

In their room, sat Dan. His hair was a train wreck and his clothes were wrinkled. He looked more depressed than ever. He didn't even look like the Dan I knew.

"Dan?" I whispered, placing my hand on his shoulder. He turned around and gave me cold eyes. There were bags forming under his eyes. He quickly pushed my hand off his shoulder and turned around.

"Don't talk to me." He muttered, with anger in his voice. Why? I thought. Surely, this was part of grieving.

"Dan-" I began, but was cut off by his yelling.

"I said, don't talk to me!" He snapped, standing up and facing me.

I realized how tall he was compared to me, and much more powerful then I could ever be. I have a small frown.

"Listen-"

"No!" He yelled. There was a moment of silence. "This is your fault."

Although he didn't exactly say it, I knew what he meant. I was the reason for Phil's death. I was the reason Dan was more depressed than ever. I was the reason he was standing here, yelling at me.

Tears formed under my eyes. "I know" I let out, with lots of pain in my voice.

"Good. I'm suing." He replied, without a moment of hesitation.

"Wh...What?" I stumbled.

"Get out of my house." He demanded.

"But Dan,"

"I said, get out of my house!" He screamed. I had never seen him like this before. I had never even seen him yelled unless it was over something dumb. Even then, he'd be laughing in the end.

This here was no laughing matter.

I walked towards the door, as I heard some of the last words I would ever hear Dan Howell say to me.

"We're done."

goodbye dan.

AN: THIS ISNT THE END. This book will go on for a long time. Honestly, this is just the start of what I have planned. So please, don't add this to the list of books that are done and you don't care about anymore. I've actually had a few people say to me "you're writing sucks". I know it does, but that doesn't mean that I can't improve.

See ya.