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Chapter 6: Unforgettable Sounds And Regret

2002

Ten-year old Abigail was at the top of the stairs, watching her parents argue in the middle of the night. Their screams woke her up, and she held her stuffed bunny even tighter when she heard words that she never heard before. Words that rhyme with 'duck' and 'sit'. Words that if even uttered in her class, the teacher would send the person down to the principal's.

"She is just a girl, Ben, she needs her mother!" Abigail heard her mother wail through tears.

She peeked through the rails again, and saw her dad's red face. "Well, her mother doesn't understand!" Abigail thinks that her dad was talking in third person, like they learned in class. "Her mother doesn't understand that it's not working out, and that she needs to fucking leave before I murder her alive."

Her mother paled. "B-Ben."

"YOU KNOW I CAN!" Her dad slammed his fist in her mother's chest. She gasped, doubling over."YOU KNOW WHAT I'M CAPABLE OF, AND I PROMISE YOU I AM NOT AFRAID TO PULL THAT GUN OUT AND SHOOT YOU IN THE FUCKING HEART! THE HEART THAT HOLDS NO LOVE FOR ME, OR MY DAUGHTER!"

Abigail sucked in a sharp breath, throwing herself to the wall where the spaces between the rails stopped. She heard things she should have not heard, and she knows that. Her mind raced and when she dared to sneak a glance again, she watches her mother grab her jacket and her white beret. Tears stained her cheeks, and she grabbed her hat and ran out the door.

"I didn't mean it, Elizabeth!" Her father screamed, tears down his eyes. The scream wasn't angry though; the scream was scared. Hopeless. Sad, even. "I didn't mean it, I swear, I was just mad...!"

Abigail then heard the most horrifying scream she ever heard in her life. One that pierced her ears and left an imprint in her mind forever. The scream was followed by metal and screeching of tires, and her father yelled as well.

Abi cradled at the staircase as she watched her dad run out the door, after grabbing out of the drawer; something slick, long, and black. She heard a click, and watched her dad storm out the door, face still red. She heard the startled mumbles of her dad, and then the most terrifying 'click' and 'BANG' she had ever heard. She didn't know what it was, but she knew it couldn't be good.

When her dad came back, he slammed the door and he took off his gloves silently, not counting the heavy breaths he took and the sobs. His hands were red, and his hair was filled with leaves. His eyes were bloodshot and wet with tears, cheeks flushed and sticky. In his red hands was the familiar hat that her mother had worn, but it was smothered in red, sticky blood.

She watched as he collapsed on his knees, crying as he held the hat close to his face, blood rubbing against his cheek.

"E-Elizabeth," he sobbed. "I am s-sorry...s-so s-s-sorry." Abi had never seen her dad so distraught.

He continued to cry. "I had t-to. F-For you. I-I swear."

Abigail gasped, covering her mouth.

'YOU KNOW WHAT I'M CAPABLE OF, AND I PROMISE YOU I AM NOT AFRAID TO PULL THAT GUN OUT AND SHOOT YOU IN THE FUCKING HEART! THE HEART THAT HOLDS NO LOVE FOR ME, OR MY DAUGHTER!'

The words echoed in her mind.

'YOU KNOW WHAT I'M CAPABLE OF' Abi choked on her sobs, tears running down her face at the words. 'THE HEART THAT HOLDS NO LOVE FOR ME, OR MY DAUGHTER!'

"D-Daddy?" Abigail whispered, barely audible. Her dad, however, heard her mumbles, and when he looked up at his daughter, whose hair was riddled from sleep, and her eyes were wet from tears, he started to cry even more.

"G-Go..." he murmured, voice growing scarily quiet.

"D-Daddy, please." Abi pleaded one more time.

"I SAID GO!" The roar would forever be in her memory, and Abi squeaked, scrambling backwards and dashing to her room, not being able to let the sounds that was echoing in her mind escape her memory.

Sleep was almost impossible.

2015

Abi could never forget the sounds she heard this morning.

She woke up with a small headache; nothing as bad as Dan might have been experiencing, may she add. She woke up this morning, a frown on her face, and her hair was a mess. She was still in her PJ's, and before she asked herself 'why', she remembered changing. After...

She shook it off, and went to the kitchen, where the sounds of a kettle screaming and cereal falling echoed in her tired ears.

"Morning, sunshine." A sleepy voice says wearily. Phil's.

Abi manages a smile as she walks towards the entrance of the kitchen, rubbing her eyes. She is about to respond, but, of course, she ends up slamming her face onto the stupid glass door, and bonking her forehead with a 'bang.'

"Bloody hell." she groans, rubbing her forehead. Phil rushes up to open the glass door, and Abi blinks.

"You should've told me you didn't open the door." she grumbles.

Phil nods tiredly. "Yeah, I know, I probably should've. Sorry."

Abigail hears the traces of guilt in Phil's voice, and she shifts nervously.

"I'm sorry, Phil," she sighs. "it wasn't your fault. I am just really cranky because I am suffering from a mild hangover. I swear, even if I drink a glass or two of red wine, my brain still decides to bang against my skull like a drum."

"Same." Phil replies. He pauses before adding, "Want an Advil?"

Abi shakes her head, shuffling into the kitchen to grab a cup. "No, I'll just take a cup of tea or something."

"Tea?"

"It's that kind of morning, Phil," Abi says. "don't judge."

Phil has the guts to smile, and he prepares a cup of green tea for Abi; her favorite.

"Thanks, Philly." she says, kissing Phil's cheek. Phil blushes, and he just nods in respond, going back to pour milk in his cereal. He pushed his glasses up, and he made his way to the lounge, seeing a glimpse of the red logo for 'Netflix' flashing on the TV screen.

"What do you want to watch?" Abi says, scrolling through the options.

"Attack on Titan." he answers almost instantly, and Abi grins wearily.

"Haven't you finished that?"

"...no."

Abi doesn't know if he was lying or not, but she couldn't bring herself to care as she just clicked the icon and played an episode Phil had requested. He smiled, thanking Abi, and about ten minutes into the show, Abi hears something falling, making a loud thump on the ground.

"What the hell was that?" she mumbles, lowering the volume.

They then heard a loud groan, something they were both familiar of. Phil and Abi exchange knowing glances, and Phil crosses his legs on the couch.

"Well, looks like Sleeping Beauty is awake." he says with a wide grin, and Abi sighs, abandoning her cup of tea on the table and heading towards the kitchen. The sound of water falling into a glass and the sound of rattling pills was heard in the kitchen, along with the ruffle of what seemed to be Malteasers.

Abi walks out of the kitchen and to Dan's room, where she sees Dan, still shirtless, and half his body on the ground. His hair was messier than hers, and his eyes were barely open. Abi could still see the scar she distinctly remembered pointing out the night before on his chest.

"Dan," Her accent wavered through her speech. "are you alright?"

"Uuuuugggghhhh," Dan groans. "my head is killing me."

His speech is slightly slurred, but definitely not as bad as it was before. Abi smiles sympathetically, and she pulls Dan onto the bed with a loud thud. When his head hits the pillow, he groans even louder, leaving Abi to just help him sit up.

"Take an Advil, Dan." she says, concerned. "You had a lot to drink last night, so I think you should take it. Maybe two."

"Not three?"

"No, you still have to suffer the consequences."

"What consequences even happened last night?" Dan frowns, then corrects himself. "That doesn't make sense, I mean what happened last night?"

"You got wasted, if you want the short story." Dan lets his head fall back.

"Is that why my head feels like it might explode in my skull?"

"At least you can form sentences." Abi pauses, before smirking. "And I am glad you only get headaches, and you're not having the 'throwing up' kind of hangover. That would be quite catastrophic, don't you think?"

Dan musters energy to lightly punch her on the arm. "Shut up, you spork."

Abi giggles. "To be honest, even if I didn't have much to drink, I have a slight headache. Nothing as bad as yours, though, I assume?"

"If 'not as bad' is classified by the fact I don't want you to turn on the lights," Dan says wearily. "then I probably have a headache worse than yours."

"Eeks." Abi says with remorse. "It's your fault, really. That last bottle wasn't necessary."

"What was I like?" Dan asks. "I mean, I always classified myself as the silly drunk, or the sexy one..."

"Mostly...uh..." Abi didn't know how to put this lightly. "You took your shirt off, and thought 'Black Parade' was 'Yellow Parade.'. Even 'Rainbow Parade'. Then you danced with me while singing Mr. Brightside off key. And I'll try not to forget your name, like you did to me."

"Shit, was I that bad?" Dan whimpers.

Abi nods, avoiding his gaze. "You also thought you were 'four' on the drunk scale, when you were obviously a 9 or 10, and you even put up three fingers because you didn't know how many fingers you had. It was funny."

Dan groans, nearly banging his head on his wall. "You have to be fucking kidding me..."

"I wish." Abi laughs nervously.

Dan finally took the pills, popped them in his mouth, but frowned. The pills were clearly still not swallowed, and he looked at the glass of water nervously, looking down at his black and white bed sheets.

"Er...by eh-ny shance you ha food?" Dan asks, words muffled by his tongue, which was holding the pills.

Abi pops out a fresh bag of Malteasers. "Yeah, I got some."

Dan grins and he opens the package and pops a Malteaser in his mouth. He chews the chocolate, and swallows it, along with the pills. Abi takes one as well, as her eyes traveled to Dan's bare chest, where a glimpse of the dark scar peeked out of the blankets.

"Dan, we need to talk." Abi went up to close the door as she said this.

Dan paled. "Did I do something wrong as well? Did I...shit, did I do anything to you?"

Abi chuckled, sitting on the edge of the bed again. "Not anything you could avoid, no."

Dan looked at her curiously, and Abi tried to drown away the sounds of Phil munching on cereal in the other room, along with sounds of Titans and anime warriors slashing the flesh of monsters alive. Abi sighs.

"When you took your shirt off," Abi starts off slowly. "I...I couldn't help but noticing this."

Dan frowns again, and he watches Abi pull down the sheets to show Dan the full scar. It was purple-ish, and the area around it was slightly pale. Dan just blinked, and Abi could see that Dan's face was scrunched up, as if he were thinking.

"E-Explain, please, D-Dan." Abi tried not to cry in front of him. "I-I know this wasn't because of the 'emo-girl-board-game-boxer-incident', or whatever we called it. This cut wasn't made with someone's hands, this was made by...b-by something else."

Dan couldn't take it. He wearily shot up, standing shakily. The room spun, and he was able to stumble all the way to his butt chair, that was still in front of his piano. Abi stood up as well, fully alert, only to hear the gut-wrenching sob coming from Dan.

He slammed his fists into the piano keys, making an off key noise, head slumped.

"Dan." Abi sternly says, pulling up a computer chair in his room and sitting besides him. "P-Please tell me what happened."

"Go away, Abi." he growls, not showing his face.

"Dan." she says again.

"Please, I'm begging you, go."

"Dan, I'm not leaving you -"

"I SAID GO!"

The familiar words echoed in Abi's mind.

'I SAID GO!' Her dad's voice screamed.

'I SAID GO!'

'GO!'

Abi managed to stand up, and stumble out of the room. Dan finally looked up, and Abi was still an inch out the door. Abi turned around to see Dan's wet brown eyes and his paled expression. His hair was still messy, but his cheeks were sticky.

"A-Abi, did I-I -"

"Shut up, Howell." Abi growled, going up to his face fast enough to actually knock him down on the ground. "You said it, you can't take it back. You may not know what you said, but you fucking said it. I'll leave you the fuck alone, 'kay?!"

Dan knew Abi's angry rants happened when she was anxious. He said nothing, though; just managed a nod.

Abi didn't help him up when she stormed out, and Dan didn't even bother to get up from his place on the rug.

"Abi?" Phil asks after an uncomfortable hour of silence between the two in the lounge. "What happened with Dan?"

Abi looks at Phil with steely eyes. "Nothing, Phil."

"It's obviously something if we spent two Deathnote episodes in absolute silence. What's bothering you?"

Abi sighs, and lowers the volume of Light talking on the TV. "Dan and I...we had an interesting conversation in his room."

Phil takes his eyes of the screen and looks at Abi, tilting his head curiously. "What do you mean by 'interesting'? I am pretty sure that 'interesting' does not classify as astronomy or what movie to watch, or who is going to cook dinner...?"

Phil's voice squeaks higher at the last suggestion, and Abi can tell what he was trying to tell her.

She, however, does manage a laugh "No, Phil, it wasn't that kind of conversation." She pauses. "And you are cooking tonight. It's your turn, stop being lazy."

"Pizza delivery it is." he retorts, and Abi smiles, leaning on Phil's shoulder.

"Thanks so much, Phil," Abi says with a smile. "you always know how to cheer me up."

"That's why I am so amazing."

"Shut up, you spork."

Abi's phone buzzes, along with Phil's, and both exchange glances at once. They open their phones, and they see a Twitter notification, a Tumblr notification, and a YouTube notification. It was from Dan's channel, and it said 'New Video'.

"Dan made a video?" Abi asks airily. "I didn't even know he was filming at all this week."

"Maybe this is the video he was working on." Phil prompts. "He did ask me about some editing software updates and some confirmations on how to use the new program we are trying out. He might have filmed it last week..."

"Do you think it is..." Abi didn't know what to say, but Phil seemed to understand.

"It's called 'Regret'." Phil says nervously.

Abi looked down, but the two turned off the TV and reluctantly watched it.

"Do you think it means anything..."

Abi shakes her head. "N-No. Probably not. I know Dan. He tends to say what's on his mind, but his channel is for entertainment, not any sappy drama that other people do. That's why Dan's different. It -"

"Stop rambling." Phil cuts her off. "I know you're anxious when you ramble, so calm down."

Abi takes a breath, and shakily smiles. "Alright. Thank you, Phil."

Phil moves his thumb to press 'play' on the screen, and the screen came to life as Dan's face showed up. His fringe was swept to the side, and Abi remembered Dan wearing that shirt he wore when they went to the department store for boxing day. The most profound thing on the screen was the purple-ish bruise circling Dan's eye, and the small cut on his lip.

He looked at the camera for a brief second, and then sighed, waving his hands wildly. "Okay, calm your tits, lemme explain."

Abi smiles and Phil stifles his laughs; they sometimes forgot that they lived with a famous - and very funny - YouTuber.

A jumpcut, and Dan did his usual greeting with his two fingers to his forehead.

"Hello internet, today I am going to talk about regret."

The screen turned black and white, and Dan leaned to the right a little.

"But Dan, what could you possibly regret? You have a great life, you're on YouTube, and you have friends, food, a house to live in, and other things that are essential in life!" The mocking tone of his voice made Abi remember the Dan that didn't yell at her, and didn't get drunk.

The screen was back to his regular color, and Dan looked at the camera with a sarcastic look that made Phil giggle.

After about five seconds of silence, Dan leaned forward. "Have you actually ever watched any of my videos?"

"Basically," Phil laughs. "I honestly don't know what fraction of his videos were about fails."

Abi, however, remained quiet, and continued to watch.

Another jumpcut. "But to be honest, this video is probably going to be a little serious. So," - He points his index finger at the camera - "warning!" Abi and Phil exchange looks, and they watch Dan lowers his eyes.

"First of all, this," He pointed to his bruise. "is a long story."

Abi closes her eyes; the more she thinks about what had happened, the more she wishes she could've done something. Like stop the person, or going all Mortal Kombat on the emo girl's ass. Phil looks at Abi, but says nothing.

"Long story short, we call it the 'emo-girl-board-game-boxer' incident," He puts two air quotations above his head. "and it consists of the fact that some emo girl - who was actually very emo before you in the comments say anything about it - beat me up.. for a board game."

He pauses, before grinning. "Perfect title for it, huh?"

Abi chuckles, and another jumpcut appears. Dan waves his hands again, rolling his eyes.

"But before you guys go all ape shit in the comments screaming 'DAN, IS YOU OKAY?'," - Fire erupted on the screen and the background turned a tainted red. The picture vibrated, and Abi laughed at the effect - "I am fine. I am actually okay, and there were no hospitals involved. Just a few bruises -"

Dan was then wearing a muscle shirt, and Abi pales a little. Phil smirks at the reaction.

"I'm a big boy! I can handle it!" His voice is octaves lower, and he flexes his "muscles.". It makes Abi smile.

Jumpcut. Dan coughs awkwardly, before flashing his thumbs in the next jumpcut."At least we got everything for free though!"

Abi and Phil listen carefully to the next words.

"But in all seriousness, I am going to explain to you why I chose," - He swiped his hands on the screen - "regret."

The word, in white, flashed on the screen, and Abi gulped.

Dan leaned back in his chair a little. "You see, there are a bunch of things I regret. There are things from my deep, deep past," - His face is zoomed in - "that I regret a lot. For example, the time I pulled the string off a girl's bikini, or even the time I talked to Nick Jonas after the People's Choice Awards,"

The screen turned black and white, and his fists were curled in front of his face. "So much regret."

The screen was normal again, and Dan continued his rant.

"But there are things, even now, that I regret. Not like it's any bad, definitely not - I love where I am now, don't get me wrong." Abi watches him sigh. "It's just...sometimes, I don't make the best choices, and I mean, that's okay."

Dan bit his lip. "If we are going to be specific, sometimes I do things that are dumb. Like..."

Abi could see Dan was nervous. "Like fighting back."

Abi and Phil exchange looks.

"Fighting back, saying some rude stuff to dickheads, etc, etc."

"What does he mean by that?" Phil questions. Abi shushes him in the most nicest way possible.

Dan took a sharp breath. "Enough of that, I do have some great things. Things I don't regret. I don't regret taking the leap of fate and posting my first video, even if it was absolutely cringe-worthy. I don't regret moving to London, with my best friend, Phil, and I certainly don't regret giving a home to my roomie - hey roomie, by the way, if you're watching this, which you probably are!"

Abi almost forgot that Dan and Phil had mentioned her in a couple of videos, even if they never showed her face on camera. During live shows, she watched them on her laptop using earbuds, and she stayed in her room. Still, she had never heard Dan say 'roomie' in a while, for the fact he hardly mentions her. She frowns a little in confusion.

"The moral is that if you are have a little regret in your life, it's totally normal." Dan smiles. "I'm going through it, which should be normal, right?"

Crickets sounded, and the serious part was over in a jumpcut.

"But yes, that's that. Whatever you are regretting, regret it and move on. That's all I have to say! Seeya next time." He saluted the camera, and the camera flashed to his subscribe page.

The video ended promptly. Phil and Abi exchange looks, and Abi stands up immediately, making her way to Dan's room.

Dan could hear his voice from the lounge; they were watching the video.

He joked in his mind about 'regretting making the video', which was ironic, but he still thought of it seriously. His life was on a slant at the moment, and he was desperately trying to push it up. It took his whole effort to try and be funny during the process of filming it, but seriousness always shone through it.

He wished, however, he filmed it after he got drunk. At least he would have another story to tell.

Comments were what he expected. People wanted to kill the emo girl, give him hugs, find out who Abi was, etc, etc. Dan got sick of reading the comments - none of them were about the video itself, the quality, or any helpful tips. But, to be fair, none of the comments on his videos ever consisted of that, so he didn't mind at all.

"Dan?" A voice whispers at the door.

Dan turns around, and he knows that it was Abi. He sighs.

"Come in." His voice sounds groggy, and he wishes it didn't sound as annoyed as he wanted it to be.

But the door opened anyway, slowly but surely, and Abi's brown hair peeks a little through the cracks of the door. His mouth curves into a small smile at the sight of her face, and he motions her to his old piano.

"Hey." Dan says quietly.

"Hi." she replies, a bit hesitant, Dan could tell.

They stayed in silence as Dan sighs.

"You know, I remember you teaching me the opening to 'Black Parade'." Abi raises an eyebrow, and he shrugs. "I...I just remembered. Thanks, by the way, I don't know why I didn't Google it earlier, but drunk people don't have a conscious."

Abi laughs nervously. "No problem."

Silence crept in again, and Dan blinks.

"I-I'm sorry, if I offended you with what I said. I-I swear I didn't know, and I might never know -"

"It's fine, Dan," Abi interjects. "I shouldn't have flipped. I..."

She bites her lip. "I just want to know."

Dan starts to play a tune on his piano, and Abi doesn't recognize it.

"I composed this song about seven years ago. I was eighteen, I think?" Dan doesn't stop playing, and Abi listens closely. "I didn't know what I was doing with it, but what I felt was a big part of the piece itself. I knew I was never Mozart. I never showed anyone the piece. I am quite astonished that I actually remembered how it went."

Abi stays silent, even if she doesn't.

"It was, I don't know, my last year of high school, and there were these groups of bullies. They were a dickheads, don't get me wrong," - The piece started to intensify, and Abi could never forget the sound. Dan must've worked so hard on this to be able to play it while speaking. - "but no one ever...did anything about it."

The piece suddenly softened gradually. "Except me."

"I was getting annoyed, and I thought if I stood up for myself, they'd stop. Which they did..." He sighs. "Just to other people."

Abi's eyes widen. "Wait, Dan -"

Dan didn't let her finish, and the sounds of the piano were seared into her mind.

"They bullied me constantly, before, one day," - The piano briefly stopped. "they went too far."

Abi pales, and the piano piece resumes.

"They brought me to the back of the school and told me to give them money. 500 pounds, I think. I don't know exactly. But I said no, and they went as far as to throw me onto the wall and beat me up. I don't know how I survived."

Abi was close to tears. She didn't know that the story would intensify.

"They stabbed me." he says bluntly, and Abi's hand flies to her mouth.

"They dragged the knife across my stomach, and, I'll admit, it was a scary moment for me."

Dan couldn't play anymore; he was done. Abi sobs, and hugs Dan.

"D-Dan, I am so sorry." she says, but Dan pulls away.

"Some freshman saw them, and called the police. They were arrested, and I went to hospital. I was fine, but the scar remains."

They sit in silence. "D-Dan, have you ever talked to anyone about this?"

Dan shrugs, looking away. "It hasn't been mentioned for a while. I...the 'incident' triggered the memory."

Abi shakes his head. "Unbelievable. I-I -"

"It's fine." Dan cuts her off again. "I-I have been through so many mentions of regret, just...leave it."

Dan stands up, and sighs. "I'll cook tonight. Tell Phil it's fine."

"He's ordering pizza."

Dan walks out without turning back. "I don't care."

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