Chapter 8: Alive?

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I widened my eyes as a sharp pain in my wrist went up my arm. I knew what exactly has happened. I was saved. But I didn't want to, I wanted to be with Phil. My Phil. The only thing that made me want to wake up every morning, and put a smile on my face. And my motivation to do everything. But now, i'm stuck here, in a Hospital.

"Dan?" I looked over to see Anthony.

"Yea?" I whispered

"Never do that again..." He looked down, putting his hands over his face, "I thought I lost you.." He mumbled through his hands.

"S-sorry..." I said looking forward to the door.

     After a few hours I was released to go home, with 3 bottles of pills I needed to take on a regular basis. Along with some wraps.

   When I closed the door everything hit me. The memories, the heart ache, the pain.

"Fucking hell.." I said through a sigh, as I walked to my room sitting my things down on my dresser. I sit on my bed, piking up my cell phone turning it on. it showed 3 new messages. And when I opened the messages I was shocked, so shocked that it was Phil.

"Dan, i'm walking to the store and there is a really weird guy following me."

"Dan! He's followed me into the store."

"Help!"

  I read them and looked at the time, the first two were 4 days ago, but the last one was only 6 hours ago. I knew something was wrong, very wrong. Phil isn't dead, is he? I quickly go to my contacts and I call Anthony.

"Hey, Dan. What's up?" Anthony said in his merely voice.

"Get Ian, and come over as fast as you can. I have serious news that I need you two to help me." I quickly say.

"Okay, i'll be over in around 10 minutes." He said hanging up.

 I sit my phone down and I sit on my bed thinking, if Phil is still here... Then, why did they say he was Dead! Did they not look for him, is he even in London anymore? Fuck, if Phil is alive his kidnapper will pay!

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