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6

Dan

I woke up with my body feeling like shit. I saw a bright white light that made me flinch away. My eyes soon focused and I was able to sit up. I was in a hospital. To the side of me was, of course, Phil. He was everywhere apparently. S The raven haired boy was sleeping calmly next to me. Phil looked like he hadn't slept in a week. His body looked calm, but his face didn't have the same glow it always had. His eyes had black bags under them. And his hair was messy. I checked Phil's phone to see what time it was, but I was met with two, whole different problems. I had been asleep for three days, but that wasn't the part that made me worried. I opened Phil's phone to see texts from "Molley." I hadn't texted him as her, but Casper has.

Molley- Hey

Phil-hi

Molley-wyd

Phil- sorry I can't talk right now. I'm trying to find dan. He keeps ignoring me.

Molley-Dans a freak. You should get new friends. He's gay for you, you know?

Phil hadn't read the text. He was probably to wrapped up in trying to help me to check his phone. I deleted the text from Casper and blocked Molley so phil wouldn't get anymore texts. The door opened as I sat Phil's phone back where it was. It was the doctor.

"Dan? Good, your awake. You've been asleep for three days, your parents didn't think you would wake up." I chuckled. They didn't want me to wake up. Phil's eyes were now fluttering open.

"D-Dan?" Phil spoke, getting up. He gave me a hug. "I didn't think you would make it. You were beaten really bad." The doctor left the room. "I was looking for you when I heard Casper and I-I ran and found you bleeding on the ground. You weren't breathing Dan and I was so scared." Phil started crying now. "I c-can't loose my best friend." I grabbed Phil's hand.

"You won't Phil, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have ignored you. I was being selfish." Phil's eyes looked to where our hands were touching.

"I-um." Phil stammered. I lifted my hand off of his, obviously noticing he was uncomfortable. My gaze went to my lap.

"I think you should go. It's probably best if we spend some time away from each other." Phil's eyes looked puzzled.

"But what about YouTube? We have fans that need us."

"Phil, our career on YouTube isn't going anywhere. You and I both know that. I'll send out a tweet and post something on Instagram announcing we aren't making videos anymore. Now please, can you leave?" Phil stood up.

"Dan, I didn't think you were being selfish earlier, but know you are just being completely stupid." And with that note, Phil walked out. I sighed. I could live without Phil. I had to. I was nothing but a burden to him and a faggot to everyone else. Before I got a chance to lean back down, a police officer came in.

"Can I ask you a few questions?" I nodded my head. "When Phil called us, and we took those boys to the station, we found two things." He pulled out something in his pocket. It was my phone. "This yours?" I nodded, again. "The second thing we found was your bag."

My eyes shot open. I was only seventeen. I wasn't legally aloud to drink. They wouldn't bring up my bag if they didn't find the flask. The police officer spoke again, "You already know what we found, don't you?" I shook my head. If they didn't find the flask I didn't want to just tell them head on. "How long have you drank, Dan?" Damn. I thought to myself. Liquor was my only escape. If they tell my parents, they would probably ignore it or just hide the alcohol.

"Not long." I whispered. I lied, I had actually drank since I was fifteen.

"Daniel, look. You are just a kid. You can't be doing this, do you really want to have a dead in job with less than minimal pay? Because if y-." I cut him off.

"I know what the fuck it does. But right now it helps me more than anything or anyone else. Can I leave?"

The police officer sighed. "You need to sign a few things first but yes." I sat up from the bed and walked out of the room. A woman at the front desk gave me my bag, I looked in it to find, no surprise, no flask. I pulled out a twenty dollar bill from my bag and used that for a taxi. I didn't want to walk home. My body was still stiff and sore.

When I arrived home, neither one of my parents cars were there, so they were probably at work. For this I was thankful for. All I needed at the moment was quietness and my bed, and maybe a shower. I jumped into the warm shower. My whole body stung. All the cuts on my body were stinging. I decided to stay in the shower though, I needed to get clean and I felt like hurting myself. I didn't want to have a porous anymore. Not like I did anyway.

After the shower. I got dressed pushed my head face first into my pillow, secretly wishing it would just absorb me.