Dan's P.O.V.

I knocked on his door. I didn't want to do this, but Alice was making me. She was waiting at home, a few houses down, for me to return reassuring her I told him I was sorry. I was sure he had come this way. He always does when I actually hurt his feelings. I didn't know if he would answer though. I've never been over here.

After a few minutes, I knock again, irritated that he didn't answer the first time. I jiggle the door knob, surprised the find it unlocked. Not that I enjoy just walking into people's homes, I did anyway. And I'm sure glad as hell I did.

I don't know what the fuck goes on in Phil's house, but I sure has hell know Phil doesn't drink. There were beer bottles everywhere. And I mean everywhere. Some were broken, some spilling leftover liquid. And there were red spots on the floor in multiple spots. What the fuck? Where was Phil?

I was a little more worried now, so I called out a small "Phil?" To see if he was there.

There wasn't.

I started walking around the house, and then I saw what I figured was the bathroom door. It's light was on, it's door was closed, and there was blood coming out of the bottom of the door

Shit.

I ran to the door and forced it open.

What I saw I wish I could unsee.

I saw Phil, lying there surrounded by his own blood, with a razor a few feet away from him.

And I didn't know what to do.


A/N Sorry this chapter was so short, but it's almost 10:00 and it's my birthday tomorrow, so I need to get to bed. Hope your enjoying the story. Goodnight my cloudlings!