"Please, don't do this...whoever you are, please." I cried, feeling the blood running down my leg.
"You really don't know who I am, do you?" he questioned, actually speaking for the first time.
"No, should I?" I asked, horrified that I might actually know him.
"Oh Dan, you're so silly," he said, laughing...wait, no, giggling. For a moment, my heart stopped. I'd know that laugh anywhere. That voice, that laugh, was one I'd spent years trying to erase from my memory.
Phil.
