His various smiles (Dan Howell)

Chapter 3: Invissable Walls

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Chapter 3: Invissable Walls

     The sound of the door slamming shut signaled me that Drew was back from his night out with 'the boys'. I quickly stood up from the sofa and rushes into the kitchen to sort out his dinner.

"JAZMIN!!!!!"

     I gulped and nervously placed his dinner on the table.

"I-in h-here Drew....."

     I stuttered out as my hands shook. Drew stumbled into room, nearly falling over the bin in the process. I quickly rushed to the other side of kitchen and started to clean everything up.

"What the fuck is this?!"

     I hear the slurred voice of Drew. The next thing I know, the smashing of plates fill my ears. I flinch as I feel his hot smelly breath on the back of my neck.

"W-What are you doing?"

     I don't reply and just carry on cleaning the dishes.

"Answer me you stupid bitch?"

     I'm suddenly thrown to the floor, Drew standing over me. He grabs me by the hair and brings me back to my feet, all the time struggling against him and clawing at his hands to let me go.

"SHUT UP!!!"

     He bashes my head against the counter before throwing me away back to the cold stone floor of the kitchen. Tears spill from my eyes as he kicks me in my ribcage.

     I slowly open my eyes to find myself laid on the floor surrounded by empty boxes. I slowly sit up and rub my eyes, taking the hood of my jumper down. Steadily I get to my feet and walk out of my room, hugging myself around my waist.

"Phil???? Dan??? PHIL?!?!"

     I call out in the darkened corridor. As I slowly walk down the hallway, I peer into the front room. I push open the door fully and switch on the light. I walk to the window to be met by the brighly lite veiw of the London lights through the night. I smile to myself at how beatuiful London looks like this. I turn towards the sofa and see the tv remote on the arm. Not liking how quiet the flat was, I rushed to it and turned the tv on. The screen flickered to life as noise started to fill the room when Doctor Who appeard on the screen.

     My stomach sudddenly started rummbling.....rather loudly. How long have i even been asleep?? I questioned myself as I made my way to the kitchen in complete darkness. Where the hell are Phil and Dan?? I mean, you don't just leave someone on their own without te.............BANG!

"AW!!!! WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!"

     The sudden impact made me stumble back and grasp my forehead in pain. I put one hand foreward to feel around, when it touched something cold and solid. I stepped closer until my nose was practicaly a centimeter away from whatever was inbetween me and the kichen. What the hell is this thing?? I can clearly see the light of the clock off of the microwave, so why cant I get in?! Wild explanations entered my head like: was i having an 'out of body experience', No, if I was I could just walk straight through whatever was blocking me from my food. Maybe I'm in a parralell universe and I cant get back. No, thats impossible. What if i'm stuck in a mirror? No, thats even worse than the last one. Think Jazmin....THINK! What could be the most resonable explenation?