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It was 9:26 pm, Dan and Phil had snuck into a massive nightclub. Currently, Dan sat by the bar, bored out of his mind. While Phil danced away his emotions with some random girls that had come up to him.

Dan didn't mind Phil enjoying himself. He knew that he had dragged Phil into this, so he might as well let him have fun. Besides, Dan had never been to a nightclub before and running away with Phil was all about new experiences, so he wanted to give it a shot.

Suddenly, Dan's phone buzzed, startling him,

"From: ma

'where the hell are you daniel? It's been 3 days!'

'we're all worried sick, dan. at least let me know you're ok??'
"

Dan rolled his eyes looking down at the messages. From the last conversation he had with his mother, he was convinced that she didn't care about him.

He called up on the bartender, asking for 5 shots of vodka. He just wanted to get drunk, and forget about everything; which was the sole reason as to why he ran away with Phil in the first place.

He looked around him, everyone was enjoying themselves, dancing, singing, drinking. It made Dan feel sick to his stomach. Everyone seemed to be suffocating him, and he needed an out.

Dan picked up one shot right as it was served to him. He poured it down his throat, swallowing hard. It didn't taste good. But Dan didn't care. The burning sensation as the poisonous liquid slid down his throat was satisfying enough. And so he took another, and another, and another. And he didn't stop till his mind was too clouded for him to be able to think straight.

He looked down at this phone, his vision unclear,

'dan please, we're all worried sick. We don't want to get the police involved,'

And that was the last straw. He stood up. Walked towards Phil, grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the sweaty club.

"Dan..Dan are you okay?" Phil panted, looking at the boy.

And suddenly Dan couldn't take it anymore, and he broke. Sobs raked through his body, he was shaking vigorously. And Phil was helpless. All he could do, was hug the broken boy crying in front of him.

And so two boys stood in the middle of the street, crying in each others arms. With no where else to go.