Why You? Sequel to Danny Boy (a Dan Howell/danisnotonfire fanfiction) *UNEDITED*

23) Addi

It's midnight and how much alcohol have I consumed? More than I have the rest of my life, that's for sure. I've never been much of a drinker but over these past few days, I see the appeal. The room is swaying, and I feel a bit foggy but pleasantly numb. Lizzie and Maggie are passed out on the coach and Zoe and I are in my room laying on my bed.

"Life sucks." I say suddenly after a long silence. I swirl the bottle in my hand that's hanging off the bed.

"You're telling me." Zoe is strangely unaffected by the drinks or I'm too out of it to notice.

"I want to talk to Dan. I need to talk to him." I say and sit up quickly. Big mistake. The room just spins more violently.

"Maybe in a little while, it's only six AM in London. He won't be up." Zoe says. "Lay back down."

I nod and flop down.

My life sucks. It really does. Every time my life starts going well, it crashes or gets ripped out of my hands. I'm surprised I still have my friends. Then a sudden thought hits me like a bus.

"Zoe are you and Maggie and Lizzie fake?" I ask.

"What?" She sits up very confused but I stay laying down starting at the ceiling.

"Are you fake? Are you guys really my friends or is it a joke? Has it been a joke all this time? Oh God." My drunken words are spilling out of my mouth so fast I can't stop them, not that I want to.

"What- Addi- No-" She stutters.

"Oh I knew it. I knew it. Y'all are too good to be real. It's just like the test if my life oh God." At this point my words turned to thoughts.

I bet Dan and Phil are fake too, just like Carrie. They somehow got in on it. But they helped me without knowing it. Why would they hurt me? You thought that about him too, you idiot. Oh God. Dan and Phil aren't real. My friendship isn't real.

Dan. Phil. Zoe. Maggie. Lizzie.

They're all fake.

I started hyperventilating at some point, and now I felt the bile rising in my throat. I run into my bathroom and lock the door.

"Addi! Addi!" Zoe bangs on the door as I start to heave with sobs and from sick. I rinse my mouth and grab some clean towels from the cupboard and lay down in the bathtub, not wanting to spend anymore time with the people who lied to me for almost ten years.

I'm still crying when sleep finally takes me in its peaceful embrace. Or so I thought peaceful.

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I'm running. Running away from something, I don't know what, just that I have to get away. I heard heavy footfalls behind me and grumbling. A man. Oh no. Not again. I have to get away. Suddenly I'm falling, screaming, and then I'm fine. Someone has caught me.

I look to see who it is, and it's Dan.

But it's not.

He's different. More... nightmarish. Under his eyes are dark circles, and his once rich chocolate orbs are flat and pitch black. His cheek is bruised and bleeding, his lips chapped and scabs have broken, and bleeding as well. He looks... scary. Not the Dan, I've grown to love and trust. He smiles cruelly and my heart races with fear.

"Don't worry. I won't hurt you." Then he laughs. A dark and evil laugh, and I'm falling again.

I land at an old, splintery kitchen table with two chairs opposite me. There are dark stains on the surface and deep scratches. Lizzie and Zoe materialize in the darkness. Each have dark makeup. Lizzie with blood red lipstick and Zoe with deep plum. They grin and hold out a hand. Each has nails polished in black and flied into points.

"Come with us. Take our hands." They said. I can't stop myself from doing as the say and I'm falling again.

I'm strapped to a table. The same table. Phil and Maggie are on either side of me. Both looking as if they long ago lost sleep as a friend. They move on the sides of my head where I can't see them and say, "This will only--"

I don't know what they say next because I'm screaming. From pain, from fear, from hurt, I don't know. I know I'm screaming and screaming and I can't stop.