True Love Knows No Boundaries

Alone

~Dan's POV~

"MUM!?"

My whole body jerked as my lungs gasped for air. The constant beeping from my heart monitor and the thumps of several doctors running into the room. "Daniel? Are Daniel you awake Daniel? How many fingers am I holding up?" Slowly, my eyes dilated and everything seemed normal once again. Once all the doctors had done their tests and such they left the room so Phil and I could have a few moments alone. Phil stood at the door thanking the doctors before quickly shutting the door and cautiously turning back to face me. A small smile formed on his pale face it wasn't hard to make out his emotions, the happiness in his voice,  the mix of sadness and joy flowing in his eyes as a soft sigh of relief escaped his lips. When his eyes met mine the tears started to flow down my cheeks, the emotions overpowering every fiber of my being. I barely blinked before Phil's arms were wrapped around me, and holding me close and crying into my shoulder. His gentle sobs echoing in the quiet room and probably through the door, "I-I thought I'd l-lost y-you!" slowly, my fingers ran through his smooth raven locks. "I was s-scared to d-death! I... I didn't k-know w-what... I-"

"Shh... It's okay... I'm here... I'm safe... You saved me, Philly..." His quiet sniffles muffled by my shirt as I pulled him closer to me. "It's going to be okay, it's all over now, we're safe..." I wanted for that to be true so badly, I wanted to be sure my 'dad' was one hundred percent dead before I let joy back into my life and before I start over with Phil. "Is..." I started to stutter as a small lump formed in my throat, "Is h-he gone? Like actually gone?" Seemed as though I had to fight the words out of my mouth as if a part of me didn't want to say it or hear the answer. Phil slowly pulled away from me, his eyes filled with fear and sadness as they broke contact with mine. I slowly brought my thumb up under his chin, my heart was racing in anticipation for his answer. "P-Phil?" 

Tears started to form in his eyes as he took a deep breath which only caused them to pour out onto his cheeks, "I-I put..." a soft sniff escaped him as small tears flowed down his pale cheeks, "I put... I put a bullet in his head..." I should've been happy and ecstatic about this news, but for some reason, a distant part of my heart was slowly shattering. A small part of me couldn't help but think, was this really what I wanted? The man that raised me and loved me for so long, granted he was an insane idiot, killed by my lover...? "Dan.. I'm so sorry... I didn't know what-what else to do I-" Slowly I sighed and buried my head in the crook of his neck, "D-Dan?" Soft silky tears painfully escaped from my eyes as Phil wrapped his arms around me. 

Mad. Confused. Scared. Anxious. Worried. Sad. And alone. To be honest, those seemed like the only words I could use to explain my emotions at this moment. All I knew was the man that had raised me, loved me, loved my mother, well I mean for most of my life anyway, the man who I thought was going to be there forever, was dead. Surely, I should be happy, no, ecstatic about his death since he destroyed me and my love, but for some reason, I couldn't be. I couldn't bring myself to cry tears of joy, only tears of loss and pain. 

~Seven Days Later~

I was so happy to be out of that hospital, the food was fucking terrible, kindly enough Phil's mum brought me home and assured me that I didn't have to go to school till I felt better, apparently she said the same to Phil. Phil... We haven't spoken much since that day I woke in the hospital, and I blame myself for that. Mrs. Lester dropped me off at my old house, I said I had wanted to pick up some of my old things and that I wanted to spend some time there, and that was only half of the truth. I, I thought that if I wasn't in Phil's house, it would give him time to recover from everything that's happened. Again it probably wasn't the best idea but I thought it would help us. When Mrs. Lester and I reached what was once my home a soft, shaking sigh left her, "Daniel?" her smooth hand took mine, "Are you going to be okay here by yourself?" A small fake smile formed on my face as I nodded, I doubt she believed it, "Well... Alright then, but promise you'll call if you need anything or a ride anywhere okay?" 

Genuinely I smiled, hugged her and slowly got out of her car, thanking her before I started to make my way towards the front door. The house felt awkward without my father's constant yelling, God I must be crazy if I thought that was normal. Surprisingly enough the house had the same decor as the last time I was here. Broken glass everywhere, empty beer bottles covering the floor, dirty dishes piling up to the sky, split wooden stairs leading up to our second level and... blood literally everywhere the eye could see. My blood? Phils? Other innocent victims? Surely not innocent people, examining closer it appeared to be dried to the floorboards, indicating it was either Phil's blood or mine. My heart dropped as the events rushed back flashing through my mind like a movie. Never again. Phil needs to be safe. He sacrificed himself for me and I've pushed him away... God, I always knew I was stupid.