Okay hey guys I know I said that I would publish these chapters quicker but my laptop broke and I had to wait to get a new one, so I will definitely be posting these sooner this time! Enjoy!
Phil's POV (about an hour earlier)
"And where are you going?" Dan asked with a smirk.
"I was going to pick up some coffee, you want me to pick you one up too? The usual?", I said slipping my shoes on.
He had that look on his face. The worried look I've been seeing too much of lately.
"Yeah, thanks. Be safe", he said with a (what I could tell) fake smile saying that he was definitely not okay with me going alone.
I walked over and planted a kiss on his forehead and said, "I will"
I walked back over to the front door without a backwards glace and opened it, walked out into the hallway, down a flight of steps and outside into the cold weather.
I was pretty glad that Dan didn't ask to come, I could by the look on his face that he really wanted to. I'm not sick of him or anything, I'm grateful that he cares so much, but it's been a couple of days. I should be fine. It was just someones idea as a joke.
I looked up and realized that I was so lost in thought that I walked right past the coffee shop. I turned around and started to walk back.
After I had ordered the two cups of coffee, waited for them, and received them, I pushed the door open and walked back into the cold. I set my coffee's down on a nearby bench and put my hood up. I was bending down to pick my coffee's back up when I felt a firm hand on my shoulder. I immediately turned around and came face-to-face with a 17 year old looking girl. "Hi! My names Lavender, can you help me? My dog's trapped!"
"Oh! Um, sure. Where?", I asked in a shaky voice.
"Oh thank you! Follow me!"
I quickly turned around, picked up the two coffee's and followed suit.
We ran for what seemed like 5 minutes, until she turned and opened the door to a very run-down looking place. At one point there was a lot of "Do Not Enter" tape around it, but it being so old it was now on the ground, dirty from people walking on it, forgotten. It doesn't exactly seem like the kind of place you would want to enter anyway. I didn't bother asking why she was in here with her dog in the first place, not asking questions seemed like the best thing to do right now.
The floor was covered in nothing but dirt and dust, I heard it crumble beneath our feet as we walked in. There was nothing on the walls either, just a couple of holes that no one bothered to fix.
"She's just up here", I heard Lavender say, walking up a pair of stairs that looked like they would fall apart at the slightest touch. I left the coffees on the last step so I could clutch onto the two railings on both sides of the stairs on my way up.
When we reached the top (thankfully the stairs did not fall apart) she turned right, down a hall, and stopped in the doorway of one of the rooms. "She's in there, behind the couch!", she pointed into the room, and I walked in. There was an old, dusty painting of a bowl of fruit, on one of the walls, a couple of chairs, a bunch of tangled wires and rope, and a couch against the wall in front of me. There was no dust on the floor, it actually looked like someone lived here, or had been here several times. Maybe Lavender was homeless? I slowly walked to the couch, and pushed it back. There was nothing there. No dog, no nothing.
"Lavender, your dog isn't h-" but before I could finish I felt an arm wrap tightly around my neck. I tried to pry it off but it was no use.
It felt like hours before I finally blacked out...
