The Wrong Way Around [Phan]

Chapter 17

Phil's Pov

I had watched three episodes of Adventure Time, it was now 4:30 in the morning, and I was starting to get worried.

So I threw my coat on and went out for a walk. I just let my feet do the thinking and went wherever they took me, which ended up being right outside a vet.

I continued walking, but for some reason my feet seemed to want to walk over to the vet. So that's where I went.

I walked around the small parking lot for a bit, then sat down with my back against the brick wall of the building.

I sat there for a bit, staring off into the distance, when suddenly I heard a shout. It was coming from just on the other side of the building.

I peeked around the corner to see Dan lying on his back looking up in terror. I followed his gaze to find...

Dan's Pov

I couldn't believe he had hung up on me. I mean, I know he must have been mad at me, but enough to hang up? Phil would never do that.

Then again, I suppose he had...

I reached my hand into my coat to try and warm up the hamster again, but it didn't seem to be working.

I sat there for about another hour and a half before getting out my phone again to play Temple Run for a bit.

Soon after I started, I heard footsteps walking in my direction, but chose to ignore them and continue playing my game.

After losing four more times, I finally decided to look up and see who was walking towards me.

As I saw who it was, I yelped and jumped backwards, falling on my back in the process.

Nick Jonas.

And he had a knife.

"Hey, buddy," he said, grinning evilly as he flicked open the pocket knife he was holding and moved it uncomfortably close to me.

"Hi," I managed to squeak out at him.

"Yeah, way to go, Dan. That really scared him away, made you sound tough," I thought sarcastically to myself.

He then leaned down right next to my face and whispered in my ear, "run."

So I did.

I flung him off me and got up and ran, as fast as I could, across the parking lot.

But I wasn't fast enough.

I could feel Nick's eyes on me as he got up and aimed the knife at my back.

I could hear the sound that knife made as it flew through the air towards me.

I heard the thump as it made contact.

But not with me.

I turned around, horrified, to see Phil lying on his side, blood flowing from his stomach.

Then Nick sauntered out of the dark, grinning again as he admired what he had done.

He reached his hand down to pull his knife out of Phil, but I slapped his hand away while screeching, "DON'T TOUCH HIM!"

Nick just slowly moved his hand away and continued to grin at me.

After he was completely standing up, he looked back at Phil and said, "well, would you look at that! I had been aiming for you, of course, Dan, but I lucked out and got the fag himself! Even better than what I planned!"

He then started laughing as he slowly backed away into the shadows. Just before I lost sight of him, I faintly heard him whisper, "you're next, Howell."

I didn't bother with the dramatics, I grabbed my phone out and called an ambulance, explaining briefly what had happened.

When they arrived, they put Phil in the ambulance and started to drive off. I asked them if I could go too, but they said I should get home and get some rest. They said they'd update me if anything major happened.

So I got a taxi home and as I soon as I got in the door, I practically fell onto the couch.

I didn't know what to do, I just felt so horrible, like my whole world was collapsing and there was no point to any of it.

What did Phil do when he felt like this...

He cut himself.

I sat up, getting a sudden burst of energy, looking around for something to use. I mean, knives and scissors, they're kind of overused for this sort of thing.

I could use a toothpick.

I rushed to the kitchen and grabbed one, then ran into the bathroom and locked the door. I don't know why I did, it's not like anyone was going to discover me.

Phil would of course be mad if he saw cuts on my arms, so I rolled up my jeans, got out my toothpick, and let my hand hover over my leg for a bit. I was visibly shaking, and I could feel sweat on my forehead, but I continued anyway. I started slowly scratching away at a spot on my leg until I could see blood. Then I moved on to another spot. Then another, then another.

It stung like hell, yet it felt so good.

After a few cuts, I got a wet tissue and began to wipe the blood off my leg. I then threw away the toothpick and tissue, rolled my jeans back down and went out to watch some TV.

Somehow, I felt just a little bit better.

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Hello again humans. As you may have noticed, I've been updating a bit more recently, although my chapters have been a bit shorter (sorry).

By the way, I'd just like to warn you; well, first of all, you shouldn't cut yourself in the first place. You guys are all so wonderful and I would hate it if you were really that upset. Second of all, if you can't help it and you do cut yourself, don't use a toothpick. Seriously.

Anyway, thank you so much for reading my Phan fiction, I love you all!!!!

May you one day not make any squareflakes while reading a fan fiction!