(Aye mah bunny friends! Okay so new chapter up as promised! Thanks so much for over 4.5k reads that's insane!! And happy birthday to my hero Mr Phil Lester(((: Oh and I'm started to get an idea of how I'm going to wrap the story up. Already wrote the epilogue lol)
Dan's POV
"Honey? Are-are you okay?"
I didn't respond. Rather I disappeared into a hesterical fit of chokes, screams, and sobs.
"Dan??? What the bloody hell is going on???"
My mother's worried voice came through the receiver.
"He took him!"
I yelled.
"He took him and he FUCKING KILLED HIM MUM HES DEAD!!!"
"DAN. Calm down, please... I don't understand..."
Through hysterical, desperate choking I explained the whole story of what had happened to her. She was silent until I had finished.
"Wh-wha..."
She let out a sigh.
"He's fucking insane. You get that, right? You get that he's a complete psychopath who STOLE MY BOYFRIEND, RIGHT??"
I questioned.
"Daniel... I... wish I could say I thought you were wrong, but..."
I slid down to the floor, gasping for breath. She was silent.
"I'm sorry..."
I whispered.
"I just... I can't do it anymore... I can't do it."
"Honey... please try and breathe. I'm going to contact the police and let them know who he is and everything and try to come up with what we can do until they find them. Until then, just please try and breathe for me. Okay?"
I let out a shaky breath.
"Okay..."
"I love you."
"Love you too."
And then she was gone. I was alone again. I ran my fingers through my already messy hair, slowly bringing my head down to rest on my knees and sobbing pathetically there in the floor like a child.
Why me...
Oh... you know why, Daniel...
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!"
I screamed out loud.
Leaping up, I smacked my own forehead as hard as I could, like a madman.
"SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!"
I cried out into the empty air.
Hey... don't be like that... I'm only being honest...
"NO!!!! IM NOT LISTENING!!!'
I ran back to the living room, desperately trying to prevent the voice in my head from controlling me again.
It's your fault... that's all I'm saying...
"STOOOOOOPPPPPP!!!!!"
I shouted hysterically and crashed back down to the ground, crawling into a tight, protective ball.
After laying there for a while, I was able to stabilize my breathing and get back to my feet.
I think this experience just proved how much I needed Phil. The first time he'd left, I'd nearly taken my own life. The second time, I was having a complete mental breakdown.
