Dans POV:
Empty, Phil's bed was empty. Where was he? A voice echoes around the room, I thought it was him but I realised it was my own pained voice. A dull atmosphere hung in the room, the kind that felt like my own which contradicted with the brightness of his room. He has to have gone for a walk, to buy more cereal to snack on. But what if he hasn't. NO! Don't think about that. Don't think about the bad things. Think like Phil. He loves you and he wouldn't just leave with out you knowing.
KNOCK KNOCK! A very violent knock hit the door and echoed around the nearly empty house. That's wasn't Phil's knock. Was it?? I slowly walked to the door when a voice shouted through the door. "Mr Howell?" I ran to the door now I needed to know who needed me.
It was the police and each one was wearing a solemn face.
"I'm sorry but we have some bad news about your boyfriend, Phil. He is in hospital we can escort you if you want."
