Basorexia || Phan

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A/N, im sorry if i triggered the 18 people that read this in the last chapter. Forgive me.

Nobody's P.O.V

Dan opens his tired eyes, and a headache forms in his head. Dan tries to get up, but his body is aching too much to move. Dan holds onto his bedside table, and his bed to try to make him stay balanced, but he collapsed onto the ground, and he whimpered in pain. He dragged himself back onto the bed, and he decided not to go to school today. He was in too much pain, he wouldn't last a second outside.

But he does know that he can't stay in bed all day without any food, or without using the bathroom, so Dan manages to lift himself out of bed, and down the stairs.

Usually his dad doesn't come home till later tomorrow morning. Dan has some time for himself to settle.

He stumbles a bit at the last step, but he catches his balance, and puts down his weight on a chair close to him. Dan pants and feels tired out. He used all his energy to move to another side of the house.

His stomach started to growl, and he groaned in frustration and forced himself up on his feet. He slowly walks towards the kitchen, and Dan grabs the closes thing towards him to make sure he doesn't fall over. If he did, he wouldn't be able to get back up.

He opened the cabinet to grab a few snacks, and he opened the fridge for some drinks. Dan knows once he lies back in bed, he wouldn't be getting back up anytime soon.

Dan laid out the snacks on the table, and he stumbled over to the front door, and unlocks it. Maybe when school is over, he can have Phil come over and help him. Of course he wasn't going to tell Phil what actually happened to him. He would just have to make it up throughout the day.

Dan walked back to the table to get his snacks, and wobbled up the stairs. He made it safely to his room, and he collapsed on his bed.

***

Phil's morning wasn't going so well either. He woke up, at 6:00am, and rubbed his eyes. Phil yawned, and stretched. He got out of bed, and he started up his morning routine.

While Phil was straightening his hair, his phone buzzed, and his Dad's name appeared on the phone. Phil's mum and dad are separated, and Phil has a few siblings on his Dad's side.

Picking up his phone, he answers and puts it towards his ear. "Hello?" Phil says. "Hey umm... I didn't know who to call for this but uhhh..." Phil's dad says, hesitating to finish his sentence.

"What's wrong dad?" Phil says in a worried tone in his voice. Maybe too worried. "Your sister, she's gone." His father finishes. Phil dropped his phone on the bathroom tiles, and froze in fear.

Phil didn't know what he meant by 'being gone'. Is she dead? Did she run away? Whats going on? Immediately without thinking, Phil picks up his phone, and hangs up.

Phil rushes down the stairs, and asks his mom if he can borrow her car. "Well as long as it's to school-" Phil cut off his mother, and says thank you. He runs towards the car keys almost stumbling, and runs out the front door.

Phil is still in his pajamas, and he forgot to put on his shoes, but he didn't care. All he wanted to do was see what was wrong with his 15 year old sister. She has strawberry blonde hair, and blue eyes just like Phil. Although she is much shorter than him, about 5'3. In Phil's opinion she's adorable, sweet, and such a funny girl. Her name is Abigail. Phil could never imagine losing her until now.

Phil quickly started the engine, and put the car in reverse. As he pulled out of the driveway he called his dad. It felt like the longest 10 seconds of his life. As the phone rang Phil started driving as fast as he could without crashing the car. Somebody finally picked up the phone. "What do you mean she's gone?" Phil screams in his car, taking a sharp turn to the left. "She's not dead for goodness sake" his father says, Phil being relieved as he hears those words. "So what exactly do you mean?" Phil asks in curiosity and worry in his voice. His lip begins to quiver as he his father explains to him on the other line. "Don't worry, I'm a few minutes away."