Alana POV:

It was a perfect evening; I couldn't imagine it any better. Phil planned this date for us. I couldn't even believe that he did this for me. My insides must have melted at the thought of him trying to figure what I would like, and planning how the date should go. Even though, sometimes I couldn't figure him out, especially on this first date, he was always smiling and relaxed. I guess that is a good thing, something I needed to work on.

Things were going so well and romantic, until I had to look down Ferris, sitting beside Phil, and I saw him. I was a little frightened and confused about why Dean was directly staring at me. For some reason, this premonition I felt was strong as an ox, I knew something bad was happening. Dean kept mouthing words to me, I couldn't figure out what he was saying. He kept getting impatient as I narrowed my eyes, gesturing him that I didn't understand. I forgot about Phil for a second and I didn't even think to look back at him. Finally after the pieces fitting together, I began to realize what Dean was trying to tell me. My eyes grew wide, as afterwards, he threw his hands in the air, as if I needed to do something quick. It was about my sister. I figured out what he wanted to tell me. I shook my head, as I turned around to look back at Phil.

Literally I felt my heart falling and breaking away. I didn't even understand why I was breathing. I couldn't believe that Sylvia is here trying to find Phil. She is actually here. It had been seven long years since I last saw my sister, since the day of her wedding day. I watched as placed something in Punk's drink, it might have been a strong drug, cause after a few minutes later, and Phil was gone and he started acting really high. I knew that if Punk ever found out that he was took drugs, he would have the biggest fit that humanity would ever experience, and that day is still yet to come.

But seconds later, I saw a larger butcher knife stabbed directly on my sister's side as everyone in the limo started screaming. Our limo got hit by another car, the "drunk driver", and the limo started spinning. It is still a mystery how Dean got inside the limo, while it was still spinning, and then started stabbing Sylvia. Afterward, he shot her in the stomach.

The last few moments were a blur. Sylvia kissed Punk on the lips as Dean yanked her so hard, that she hit her head on the on the top of the limo, and she became unconscious. Dean didn't seem to care. Before they both left, Dean smiled at me. I remembered him, seeing him in the botanical garden. Who would have thought this day, that it was the same man I met in the garden, then in the limo and then at WWE. What are those freaking chances?

As I turned back to check Phil back in the Ferris, he was already staring at me. He had expression that I have never seen in my entire life that I knew him. He wasn't smiling. He was angry, his eyes remained deathly. He was mad. "Phil, are you okay?" I asked, quietly and carefully. He snapped and slapped my hand away. I was scared, terrified. Did he knew? Slowly, I went to his side of the window to see who he saw, but Phil pushed me back, and he stopped me, preventing me from moving anywhere. This time he didn't even look me in the eye, as he held me where I sitting. I knew something was up, but we had waited, until the ride was over.

I remember the exact moment, when Sylvia put the drugs in his drink, she was crying and heartbroken. I stood there, still and I just watched. Sylvia knew I was watching as she was preparing her last moments with Phil, which I didn't know at the time. I knew that Sylvia loved him from that moment. The hardest part for me to accept was that she loved Phil more than I could. I couldn't accept this enough that I avoided ever believing. I guess now I am paying the price. I remember looking away from my sister and Phil, knowing how those drugs started to affect Phil. Sylvia held him tightly, as she sobbed helplessly. In those last moments Sylvia had left, she had never once let go of Phil. Dean had to yank her, almost ripped her hands off. I was sure that Dean would have cut them off, now that I know him. I never knew why this happened. I just let it happen, because now Phil was mine and that's all it ever mattered.

As the ride came to a halt, Phil pushed me away, hurting me, as he yanked the door open. He got out, running off, eventually vanished from my sight. I couldn't move. I couldn't feel anything. I was numb to the core. Off to the side, I saw Dean running in the same direction where Phil went. Phil never belonged to me. I began to see that. As I looked up to the see the bright lights, I felt the true part of me disappearing. I was about to disappear, as something was about to overcome me. I felt everything spinning and I couldn't stop as I held my head tightly. I began screaming because the pain became too great. Why? Why does this always happen to me? Why am I always weak? Why can't Phil just look at me and stay here with me? He left me. That bastard left me!

The bright lights spun faster, and I felt completely nauseated, as bile began to fill my mouth, and I spat it out. With the little part of me of sanity left, I saw shadows treading toward me. Someone was after me. I had to get out of here, but I couldn't move. I can't move.

Then I heard a whisper, everything became immediately silent.

"I'm sorry piccolina…"

I blinked. Everything went black.

-end-

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