Letters and Metaphors ~ Phan

Epiphany

Okay, it's been a couple of days, I know, but I'm trying to update as often as I can. It's a bit difficult atm as school's started again. Anyway here's the next part of the story ;)

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Phil's POV

I woke up to the deafening sound of sirens. I remembered how Dan had gotten really scared when the first ones went off. We were hiding in an abandoned bunker. He flinched at each sound of planes and the odd bomb going off, silent tears running down his face. At the sound of a bomb exploding extremely close to us, his reflexes launched him over to me. I draped my arms around him and held him close. We've always been like this, treating each other like brothers.

Realising he must be scared, I went to check on him, but his tent was empty. I checked Anna's and there he was, out cold.

"What the hell happened?" I panicked, frantically looking between Anna and Dan.

"He-he came in here because he couldn't sleep and..and.." Anna burst into tears. She was as confused as I was.

My eyes started fighting against the tears welling up in them. Just then, Dan opened his eyes.

"Jesus on a boat..Phil?" Dan groaned.

"You scared me, you little shit! Oh my god, Dan!"

"Sorry, I..I had an epiphany and..fainted. Weird."

"Well as long as you're okay, I'll just go." I turned to Anna, whispering "Make sure he sleeps. He ends up sharing his epiphanies during the day, and I think I know what that last one was."

I made sure it was clear and darted over to my tent. Slowly, I fell into a deep sleep.

Anna's POV

I slept surprisingly well last night, despite the shrieking sirens and the killer bombs. It wasn't as bad as the first night, though. I was first to wake up. Then I thought back to what Phil had said last night. Epiphany? Why would Dan frequently realise truth in a sudden thought? How would Phil know what the last one w-oh god! Could Dan..no. He couldn't like a girl like me. I looked over at him. He had a black hair tie around his wrist. My fingers started shaking a little as I slid it off, careful not to disturb the peace. Once I got it off, I tied my blonde waves up into a simple ponytail with the shorter locks at the front of my head left at the sides of my face. I didn't know how I looked, but I didn't care. It just needed to be out of the way of my face for when we would go running from shopkeepers again.

After pulling my jacket over my shoulders, I stepped out into a chilling fog. It was so thick, I couldn't see anything that was more than 20 metres away. I began to think of what could be waiting in that sea of mist. A soldier? A wild animal? The police? The sound of fire spitting snapped me back into reality. Phil was sat, warming his hands by the dancing flames. He had packed away the two, currently unused tents, and completely ignored me as I sat down by his side.

"I'm guessing you found the hair tie on Dan's wrist." he seemed so depressed.

"Do you want me to put it back?"

"No, you look really nice like that." A voice spoke from behind. Dan came and sat opposite me and Phil.

We knew we couldn't stay in the woods while there was fog, so Phil hatched up a quick plan which would mean taking a detour from the route we were taking.

"It'll set us back by a few hours," he began, "but if we keep up the pace and walk only for a minority of the time, we can make it around in about an hour. Hour and a half at most. Grab a tent bag each and follow me. Dan, you stick with Anna like glue. If you get lost, call. Anna, Let me know if anything's up, okay? Let's go."

He put a tent bag in his backpack and tossed one to me. Dan picked the last one up and we began jogging. Phil led us off the main path through a small gap through the trees. I couldn't help but feel like a prisoner in that area of trees, locked inside a wooden prison cell. It felt better to be out in the open, although it was difficult to jog up a hill. It was flat at the top, and was definitely longer than the forest. It was pretty wide, too, but the best thing was the water. A small stream ran up here. All the way along. We all washed our faces and had a quick drink before continuing the run in the same direction as the stream flowed. We stuck to it closely, immitating every tiny manouver it made. Once we began to travel down, Phil stopped. The water became a lake down here, and had washed away our only way of crossing when it flooded a few weeks ago. We didn't have time to take a detour in a detour. But we did have time to react to the crumbling stones that were beginnning to slip under my feet..

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Sorry you had to wait a few days for this part. Hope it was worth it, though. I have nothing else to say except hopefully the next part will arrive very soon. Not too sure, but fingers crossed!!