Goodnight little lion

Chapter eight - IT'S NOT OVER

*Phils POV*

I looked at the phone, not quite believing what had just happened. Was this my doing? Dan was so gentle when he talked to me; if it was my fault, he would have been angry, shouting at me.

And who is this brother? His mum, his dad? I'd never thought to ask. He never seemed to bring back any girls, and I know I've brought back a few. He always seemed so lonely. Once, I was watching him lie down in the corridor, but it was the oddest thing. Usually, he would lie on his stomach, his back to the world. But then, he was facing it, a blank expression on his face.

All these small little things, and I had ignored him, concentrating mostly on myself and Amy, too absorbed with this woman to actually see what my best friend was going through.

I was so selfish.

But it's no use moping about and mourning now. I remember what he said.

"Knowing you, you'll probably have nightmares for months. I don't want that. Please promise me you won't do that."

So I stood up shakily, tears still in my eyes. I won't do that, no I promise Dan. Instead of doing nothing, I'm going to figure this out. This is my new mission.

Marching to his room, I deflated a little, looking at all his possessions. My eyes scanned the room, and I took a deep breath, smelling his scent of vanilla and cinnamon. A smile flickered across my face, and my eyes landed on a poster recently stuck on Dan's wall. I read what it said, and I full on grinned, running to my room to get my things together and start packing. I pocketed the Dan doll, and stood outside Dan's room once more. Hesitating, I took the poster off and tucked it beside my Dan doll.

It read 'Fear isn't your enemy. Fear is a superpower.'

To be honest, I was absolutely terrified of what I might uncover. But fear is a superpower. And I will find out what exactly happened.

I gave one more glance at the flat. Standing outside the door to our apartment, a little thread tugged at my heart.

"Goodbye Dan! I'm going out!" I called out. My heart skipped a beat as I waited for an answer but it was obvious it was hopeless. Sighing, I walked out with my suitcase, locking the door to our apartment.

It was time for an adventure.