Death Doesn't Discriminate •|• Sequel To If You Ever Come Back

5 - Our Dan

My friends don't care about me and that goes both ways. I don't need them. What is the use of friends when you can rise. You have helped me once, I know. Please.

You must be truly desperate to come to me for help. But if you insist... Come to the dungeons when it is time. You will know when. I-

"Phil?"

Leave now, Angel. But do not forget about me. Let me be the one memory that lingers.

Wait, how do you know about...

"Phil, who are you talking to?"

I see Patrick peeking his head around the corner of my room. He looks worried.

"Oh... Just to myself", I mumble.

Patrick's eyes go through the room and stop at the broken window. His face goes from worried to pitiful and he walks up to me, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Oh, Phil...", he says softly. "You need to get help..."

I slap his hand away and take a step back. "I need to get help?", I hiss.

"How about I get some answers instead of your so-called help."

Patrick turns pale. "Phil, we've told you this before. It's too dangerous, we-"

"Out", I whisper.

"What?" My friend looks confused.

"Out!", I shout this time, pointing at the door. Patrick doesn't move an inch. He just stares at me, and when I look closer, I see a tear falling from his eye.

"You acted the same way when you found out he died", he says. This makes something snap inside me.

"How did he die, Patrick?", I scream. "How did he die?"

"Phil, we can talk about this-"

"How did he die?"

"There are more important things..."

"How did he die?"

"You're better off not knowing how-"

"Patrick, tell me how he died or I will either hurt myself or you beyond repair", I state calmly, but with a fire burning behind my eyes so bright Patrick has to look down.

"I..." He mumbles something after that which I can't hear.

"What did you say?", I ask sternly.

"I k..." More mumbling.

"What did you do, Patrick?", I shout so loudly I almost feel the walls shake.

"I killed him!", Patrick shouts back.

I then do something I didn't think I was capable of. I hit him. A punch straight to the jaw which makes him stumble back until his back is against the wall.

"You didn't...", I try to convince myself.

"What is going on?" I hear soft footsteps and Dil walks into the room, seeing Patrick with his hand pressed against his jaw and me breathing heavily.

"P- Phil?", he whispers. "What happened?"

"He killed him", I mumble.

"Who killed who?" Dil walks closer to me but I put up my hand, keeping him away.

"Patrick. Killed. Dan."

"Dan?" The boy looks confused. "My dad? But he's alive... Or... Your Dan?"

"Yes. My Dan" There is a lump in my throat so big I can barely breathe.

Dil suddenly stops in his tracks and opens his mouth before letting out a gasp and starting to cry.

"He wrote about you. 'My Phil', h-he said..."

"B-but... your Dan said that?", I stutter. "But how did he... I don't know any other Dan's... How could your Dan..."

"No, Phil" Dil walks up to me and this time I let him. He grabs me by my arms and through his tear-stained face I see him smile.

"Not your Dan, not my Dan. Our Dan."

A/N: I really really hope y'all like this because at first this story was so hard to write but I finally feel like I know where I'm going with this.

I also want to thank you for sticking with me because even though you can clearly see English is not my first language and my plot is cheesy, you're still there. Well, some of you.

I know I've lost a lot of readers since I've started this sequel and I understand it and it hurts but it's okay. I don't write for the readers, I write for the writing. And of course I love every single one of you to death though I don't even know your names. You're here, that's enough.

Okay, that's it, I'm sorry. I've been having a lot of emotions lately and I'm listening to the Next To Normal soundtrack which isn't helping so yeah. Byee <3

~Panda