Scroll, click, scroll. Nothing good in Tumblr tonight, except for a few pictures of Phil and me with terrifying edits. Tumblr: where normal comes to die.
But at 3:27 am, there's nothing else to do. I don't want tea. It's too late for a video. I'll be awake until 7 if I play video games. Although I don't want to wake him up, I need someone to talk to. "Little Lion?" I say softly. Nothing. I open his door a little bit more. There's a note.
Went to get more tea. Be back soon. -Phil
He never goes out of the house like this. There's not even a supermarket near us that's open at this time. This isn't normal. Phil doesn't even drink tea this late. Now, there's officially nothing for me to do. I'll take a walk. Nothing goes wrong when you decide to take a stroll at 3:31 am. Said no one ever. I put on my shoes and hoodie. I open the door. In front of me is the most horrible sight.
A car smashed hard into a tree right in front of the house. The car is sideways, too, and a fire is starting in the back. I try to shake the image out of my head and turn the other way. But then I notice the car looks an awful lot like ours. And then I see bloody tea bags. And Phil's head poking out of the broken window.
That's when I called 999.
And the ambulance came.
And my Little Lion was dying.
And I couldn't do anything about it.