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sorry for not updating in forever, I've had many long nights sitting up thinking about what I'm going to do with this story...just kidding, I was on twitter :D :D (starsintheskyss)

"I-I-" I choked.

"WHY?!"

I would never tell him. I wanted to scream at him that I wanted to cherish life and live every day like it was my last; like go sky diving or something, not sick mind games like this. I wanted to get to a million subscribers, I wanted to go everywhere, I wanted to help people, to love people, to meet people...I wanted Dan. I couldn't deny it; even the crazy pysco-Dan standing in front of me, red in the face and looking alarmly like Harry's dickhead of an uncle? I wanted him.

"What the fuck are you smirking at, do you think this is funny?"

"Why do you have to kill me, Dan? I know there's nothing wrong with you, ovbiously I mean you just go killing people, nothing wrong there. So what's up with me?"

He growled, "I JUST HAVE TO OKAY?"

"No. No, you don't. This..." I sighed, turning away from him. "This isn't you."

He approached me, his chest almost connecting with my back we were standing so close together. "What is then?" he breathed into my neck.

"Just admit it, you could never beat me at this game and you never will."

I felt a little bit pissed at this comment, but I didn't say anything; he could kill me any time any where and I wanted time to at least think up a plan. We were currently sitting on the couch playing Crash Bandicoot. I could probably beat him if I wanted to, but my mind was on escape routes and how to move to America and change my name, dye my hair and get a new face.

"Phil?"

I was snapped out of my thoughts. "Oh yeah, you totally beat my ass, man," I complied.

He stroked my knee suddenly and out of nowhere; I wanted to flinch away but was too scared to move an inch. He saw the look of horror ovbiously displayed on my face. "What's wrong, Philly?"

"I- nothing."

"Uh...okay..." he continued to stroke and I tried with all I could to ignore him and how awkward I felt. "D'you want a drink?"

I shook my head far too quickly, but Dan hardly seemed to notice. "Re-match?"

"Y-you're on!"

It was four o'clock and I was fast running out of time. Would Dan kill me at the strike of midnight or some sick crap like that, or would he kill me in my sleep? Maybe he'd wait untill morning, shaking me half-awake and then doing me in so as I had no idea what was going on in my sleepy state. I had a strange feeling it wouldn't be a slow death either.

"You've been a good boy today, I think you deserve those pancakes," he winked as he walked away off into the adjacent kitchen. Maybe I do.

I looked around the room in pure awkwardness as I tried to block out his beautiful singing; he was singing Muse. Unintended, to be precise. I wanted to cry at how absolutely breath-taking his voice was, but there was a lot of things I was refusing to confess to today and this was one of many. That's when I saw it.

Easily nine inches- not even counting the handle- still stained and sunlight gleaming off it, I snatched up the knife from where Dan had left it on the coffee table. I spun it around on my fingers a few times, getting used to the fact that this knife had been used to kill two of my bestest friennds in the whole world; I wanted to cry so badly, but I had a better idea.

I tip-toed over towards the kitchen, Dan's singing getting louder if I was listening past the adreneline pumping around in my temples. Could I do this?

I knew the answer already, loud and clear like it had been whispered in a long forgotten dream; I had to.

"Uh, Dan?" I called, my voice suprisingly steady, my body suprisingly calm.

He opened the glass door and poked his head out. "Yea-"

He stopped, his mouth hanging open as he surveyed me clinging to the knife for everything I was worth; for my YouTube channel, for all those people I hadn't met yet, for everything I'd achieved...for my life. He held up both his hands in a white flag kind of position. "I- Ph-Phil, you wouldn't...you don't even know how to use a knife for Christ's sake, just put it down and save yourself an injury!"

I pinned him to the wall with a speed that shocked me nevermind him and held the same blade to his throat that he had just last night. "Try me," I whispered into the nape of his neck, making him shudder.

"Phil, seriously."

"I'm never been more serious in my life."

"You'd do this?"

"You were prepared to do it!" I hissed.

"I was pranking you, Phil, for crying out loud!" he screamed.

"LIAR!"

"I-"

All I could see was tinged red with my pure anger, hatred...and I had to admit it, love. But that just made me hate everything more. I thrusted my arm forward, not really knowing what I was doing but did I care? Heck no. I felt the blade slice right into Dan's chest and I pulled out, feeling his body tense as he crashed to the floor, yelling.

He squrimed around for a few seconds, and only when I saw the blood pool around him, did I realise what I had done. I'd...no. What? I'd actually killed him. I was going to live. I was going to see the sun rise tomorrow, I'd have my revenge on Dan, for PJ, for Chris...for me. I felt a strange pleasure as I watched the blood pool around his torso from the huge stab wound.

Tears started to roll down his checks, his shoulders shaking with his last shuddery breaths. "I- Phil...I really was...just pranking you..."

More tears fell and I realised they were coming from my eyes this time as the truth set in; Dan was...oh God. "No!" I screamed, getting down on my knees beside him. "Breathe!"

"...It's...it's too late...you twat..."

And as his body stilled, I knew he was gone. I was now the insane one.

and that's the end of that :D

hope you enjoyed it!

GOOD NEWS; I'm planning a sequel as I do have very good ideas for continuing it :D

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