CHAPTER 2
Dinner had finished and we were now on our journey home, i was speeding as usual but we've never got into anything dangerous before
"Dan, slow down. we could crash!" phil complained
he always complained about my driving, whether it was too fast or too slow, never once was it okay or 'perfect'
"Phil, calm down. i'm only going, oh shit, i'm going 120, i don't think-"
my sentence was cut short by a terriflying, unforgettable scream coming from phil.
"DDAAAN!"
i was swerving all over the road, spinning into two cars.
Then it went black... what had happened? am i dead? was phil okay? with all these things running through my mind, one stood it out more from the rest. Phil...
i gained consiousness. when i opened my eyes all i saw was blood dripping from the, now broken, winshield. I turned my head to see Phil staring at me with blood pouring down his face
he's hurt and it's all my fault...
"Ph-Phil" i managed to say his name is a broken, high pitched voice
he blinked, he's alive, but barely breathing, what have i done? i've caused the only person i love to be in soo much pain he's unable to speak or move.
well done dan. You just don't know when to stop do you?
they'll be help arriving any minute. he'll be okay.
there they where, fighting again. i knew it wasn't normal hearing voices in my head. I always thought it was my own, but it's not. it's Chris and Pj's voices. Chris's being the nagative (the boldest) and Pj's being the possitive (the unblod one) They once were the same loudness but over the year, the negative voice got louder while the positive got quieter. But i didn't care about the voices, all i ever cared about was Phil and if he was okay.
"D-D-Dan" Phil let out, what sounded like his final breath.