Me and my dads (a phanfiction)

1.Nightmares

A/N Hi! I am now writing my first proper phanfic, so let me point out that I am a Dutch 14 hear old girl, so I might make some grammar errors. Please give a feedback if you are actually reading this. This phics will mostly be from the POV from Annabel, the Dutch and British adopted daughter of Phan. She lives in Holland with her parents, who moved there, but I will all clear it up in the actual story. ENJOY

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I wake up. As I open my eyes I see... My parents... Dead. Their mutilated bodies are hanging on the roof. They are pinned with knives against the creaking wood. I scream. I scream louder. 'NO, NO NO DADDY, DAN PHIL, PLEASE WAKE UP. DADDY!!'

I am in daddy Phil's arms. He looks at me. 'Baby, what's going on? Oh my dear did you have a nightmare again? Hush, Anna, it's all right, you are safe, we would never leave you alone.' As he picks me up, holds me in his arms, I just cry in his chest. At this point Dan walks in my bedroom. I look up. 'Hey, you were screaming our names, was it a bad dream again?' Phil carefully hands my tiny fragile body to him, as I silently sob in his arms now. 'D..  Daddy, you were dead, and hanging against the roof. Just as the night before.' Dan turns to Phil. 'We must get some therapy or something. She is turning 5 in about a week and a half. And she is dreaming this. No wonder why she is screaming her lungs out of her chest in the middle of the night.' He turns to me again. 'Och Meisje toch, je bent nog zo jong.(oh little girl, you are still so joung)' I turn to him. 'Mag ik alsjebliefd bij jullie slapen vannacht ?(can I please sleep with you tonight?).' Of course you can.' Phil says.

As we were moved to my daddies's room, I lied in the middle of the humungous 2 person bed. Phil's arm was supporting my back, and I lay  my head on Dan's arm. They connected their other hands and Dan's thumb was drawing patterns on Phil's hand. 'Sleep well, Dan. Sweet dreams, Anna.' Phil said. 'Sweet dreams, my loves.' Dan replied, sleepily. I opened my eyes and turned to them. 'Dan, Phil?' 'Yeah?' they both replied. 'Thanks you  for allways saving me from my nightmares. They are allways really scary.' They lovingly giggled an kissed my forehead as a reply. Then I fell asleep.

As you are reading this you probably have some questions. What happened was, when Dan was 26 and Phil 30, they moved to Holland, Rotterdam to be Exactly. Dan was actually 50% Dutch, Phil found a new job there, and they both wanted something new. In the same year they got married, an the next year I was born. What they did was, well... Scientists took their sperm, kinda mixed their cells together, gave them to a donor mother, and there I was. I decided to write this all down because I want to keep the memories as complete as possible. Because that is how my life came to this spot. And I think that's the most important in life, keep the memories as they were. Those are the reasons that you are you to this day. How you are raised, what your story is makes you you. That's why you should remember it. My name is Annabel Sophie Lester Howell, and this is my history.

A\N Hi! So this was my first ever chapter! Please give a feedback, did you like it? I hope my chapters aren't too short, I will update as soon as possible, I just have a testweek soon, so revision will keep me occupied mostly. Bye!