Fix This Mess

Chapter 1

*Phil's POV*

        I walked into the living room, wearing my favorite pair of pajama pants and a simple white t-shirt. I'd woken up only minutes before and was excited to see my best friend.

        You see, recently in the mornings we had been getting up to have breakfast while watching an anime together, so I've been rather excited to start each day, to the point where Dan had started to tease me about my enthusiasm.

        I glanced around the room, unfortunately seeing no signs of Dan being up yet. Sighing, I walked towards the kettle to warm some water for tea. What was I expecting any ways? I was almost always the first one up.

        "Good morning, Phil."

        I heard a sleepy mumble come from the hallway. Looking up from my tea preparation, I saw the guy I'd been waiting for enter the room.

        "Good morning, Dan!" I almost yell. I couldn't help the huge grin that creeped it's way onto my face.

        "Fancy some tea?" I ask, pouring some into my own mug.

        "Sure." He replies groggily, pouring two bowls of cereal. He opened the fridge, yawing, when suddenly a huge frown clouded his face.

        "What is it?" I asked, concerned.

        "Nothing absolutely life threatening," he says with a small laugh. "It's just, we're out of milk."

        "Oh, dear. Alright. I can make eggs? Do we have bread and eggs?" I replied.

        "No eggs, and only the ends of the bread. We have literally nothing for breakfast. Do you think you could run down to the market and grab some milk? Just throw on a sweater and go." Dan suggested. I nodded, pouring my tea into a portable mug.

        "Your tea is on the counter. I'll be back in a few." I replied, grabbing my wallet and slipping on shoes.

        "Alrighty, see you." I waved at Dan over my shoulder, then closed the door.

        I walked out into the fresh morning air. It was a bit crisp, but that was normal for London, especially at 9am. Despite the cold, though, I was able to appreciate the beauty around me. Being a Sunday, not many cars were around, and the sky was blue, with only a few gray clouds. I decided that, due to the pleasant weather, (for London, at least) I would take a detour and cross through the park. Looking around, I realized that I would have to cross a busy street to get to the park.

        Oh well, I'll look both ways. I thought.

        I took a careful glance, and seeing no cars coming, stepped into the road.

        I heard squealing tires, and that was when I noticed the black SUV come barreling around the corner at full speed.

        Phil couldn't move; he was a deer in the headlights. The driver was still drunk from last night's party. He didn't see the scared expression on the tall, 28-year-old man's face. No, in fact, he didn't see Phil at all. Perhaps that was why he didn't stop for him. Perhaps that was why he hit Phil with the large car. Perhaps that was why Phil died that chilly morning.

 

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The Next Day

*Angie's POV*

BEEP BEEP BEEP BE..

        I hit the snooze on my alarm clock, stopping the unbearable bleeping noise.

        How could anyone expect someone to get up this early on a monday morning?

        Reluctantly, I rolled out of bed and put on my bunny slippers and fuzzy bathrobe. I shuffled into the bathroom, splashing some cool water on my face, then looked in the mirror. I was a mess.

        My brown hair, usually perfectly straight and neat, was a tangled mess. I had forgotten to take off my eyeliner from the night before, so I had dark, messy lines under my eyes, along with the bags from my lack of sleep. Everything was a little bit fuzzy due to my lack of glasses.

        Groaning, I rubbed off the eyeliner, which helped my appearance a bit. Then I brushed my teeth to get the horrendous taste of stale beer from the night before out. I shuffled back into my room, lazily throwing on ripped skinny jeans a black, lace crop top. Not wanting to deal with my hair, I pulled on my favorite black beanie, then reapplied a light amount of eyeliner to frame the blue irises that were so out of place with my tan skin and dark hair. I put on my glasses and grabbed my phone.

        After getting dressed, I padded downstairs to the kitchen. It was eerily quiet now that my last roommate had moved out, so I turned on the radio. Tuning it to BBC, I grabbed my cornflakes and sat at the table.

        "This just in- a man was killed early yesterday by an SUV in London. The identity of both the driver and the victim are still unknown, as it was a hit and run. The man killed carried no ID on him, except for his phone, which remains locked. More information will be released later. Now, back to you, Rick." I heard the radio say.

        Shame... I thought. In my mind I sent good vibes to the family of the man killed. Finishing my cereal, I threw the bowl into the sink and grabbed my keys, Doc Marten combat boots, and jacket, then left to go to work.

        Work was an absolute bore, like normal. People came, bought whatever they needed, and left. Around lunchtime, it became completely silent, save for the popular music playing softly in the background. I didn't have anyone to help, and none of my coworkers were very friendly, so I sat behind the front desk and unlocked my phone.

        Oh, yay! Phil uploaded a new video! I thought, seeing the notification.

        I clicked on the video. It was titled "Some Bad News", which worried me a bit. Is Phil quitting YouTube? I thought. When the video started, it wasn't what I expected. Dan was there instead.

        "Hello internet... I... I'm not sure how to say this. I've been trying to film this video for hours now, ever since I got the news." It kept switching from frame to frame, as if he had to keep editing out parts.

        Dan took a shuddering breath. "Guys... Phil... Phil is no longer with us. He... He got in an accident yesterday morning... A hit and run." Dan began to cry, and I stopped breathing. Phil... Is... What? My mind screamed, and I began choking on my own words. My heart was beating fast, ever so fast, but I couldn't breathe. I tried to suck in air but something wasn't there and my vision was blurring. I can't handle this...

 

        Angie didn't know what she was going to do without Phil's videos. Without Phil, even. She didn't care about her job, or her family, or anything. She dropped her phone and began to run. Suddenly she could breathe again. Gulping in deep breaths of the cold Scottish air, she ran and ran and ran until she didn't know where she even was anymore. She was in an alley somewhere. That was when she began to feel things, and she began sobbing. Loud, ceaseless sobs that she couldn't control. She didn't seem to notice the large, blue police box that stood a few feet away. At least, not at first. But then, she did see it. And curiosity overtook her. She opened it, and stepped inside. Then, she changed the world.