Dan's POV
I wish I didn't have to leave him. I wanted to crawl back in his bed and snuggle up against him, letting him protect me from all the fear in my mind. But I was a big boy. I had to just lay down... And get some rest.
So I switched off the lights and got under my covers.
Be brave Daniel.
He was close to me. It was an awfully tight fit, wherever we were. I could hardly move. He didn't even try to stretch out or change positions.
"Phil? Phil, what's going on?"
He widened his eyes and put a finger to his lips in a "shh" signal.
"Where are we?"
I whispered.
"Dan, hush!"
He whispered back.
Finally I just closed my mouth and tried to investigate myself. We were in a tight, box-shaped, wooden space. There was a small door with a metal handle on one side. Looking down, I saw a bag of flour on top of Phil's foot. We were in our kitchen cabinet...?
What the hell are we doing in here?
Suddenly, there was a loud banging of a door outside. Phil's eyes widened and he clenched his fists on his navy blue jacket.
I heard a crash. Then a knock.
Phil looked on the verge of tears. I grabbed his hand to try and comfort him. He squeezed it and looked down just as a tear escaped his eye.
"They're here."
He mouthed to me.
"What? Who?"
I mouthed back.
He just shook his head and squeezed my hand tighter.
My heart began to beat faster with every crash and footstep I heard outside the cabinet door.
There was another knock. But closer to us.
I could feel Phil shaking as another tear went down his face. He just kept shaking his head.
Another knock. Even closer. Heavy footsteps. Crash. Bang. Knock. Crash. Bang. Knock. Closer and closer.
Phil leaned into me.
"It's going to be okay. But you have to know-"
Another knock. It was right next to us now.
"I need you to know..."
The footsteps made their way to our cabinet door.
"I... Daniel, I..."
"What? What is it?"
I pleaded with him.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Time's up.
There was a ripping sound as the cabinet door tore open. No light poured into the opening, for everything outside was dark.
Phil shrieked as two pairs of hands reached in and grabbed him by the jacket. He was yanked from our tangle of limbs violently. His screams pierced through the night, causing my blood to run cold.
"PHIL!!!"
He thrashed and struggled as he was dragged across our linoleum floor.
I cried out to him, but he just struggled and sobbed.
I tried to run after him, but I couldn't. My baby. He's gone.
Knock Knock.
"Phil!!!"
"PHIL!!!"
"PHIL!!!"
"Dan!! Dan wake up! Baby, please just wake up!!!"
He was leaned over me, his hands clutching my face. Tears stained his face. Just like they did in the cabinet.
No... No... They were coming. They were coming to take him and his tears away from me... Don't take my love away please...
I was hot all over, but freezing at the same time. I could hardly see, I could hardly breathe... I... I...
Help me.
