I wake up on the floor with my arm a pale color, more than my regular skin color.
I unwrap the blanket from my arm and take a look at it. It's still, but the wound looks worse than it did before.
I look to my right, and there is a container with stuff in it. I open it, and there is gauze and pain medication, scissors, small bandages, and a small medical syringe of what looks like a white liquid; I don't wanna know what it is.
I take the gauze and tightly wrap it around my arm, cut it with scissors and pin it down.
It stings a bit, I'm not going to lie.
No, that was a lie.
It hurt like hell.
Whoever is behind all this obviously didn't want me dead so soon.
I then start to notice the blood again. Some parts on my skin are dry, others are still a bit damp.
The floor is halfway covered in it, don't know why.
It's not mine.
Mine wasn't that severe.
I don't feel my legs, because all my blood has been drained and my face is pale and it's getting harder and harder to keep my eyes open.
I take a look at the syringe. I don't know what it is.
But if it makes me not lose consciousness, then I guess it's worth it.
I grab the syringe and poke the needle into my veins. It stings but the wound is getting numb and maybe that's a good thing.
Dan must be home by now, and he must be looking for me.
Wait.
I check my pockets, and pull out my phone.
It's still here.
In my hand.
I press the home button and my wallpaper pops on the screen.
I unlock my phone, and ring Dan.
I check my surroundings.
I'm scared to lose what I have and get things I didn't know I even had taken away from me.
His voicemail answers me instead of him.
"Dan. Please don't shout, I'm in a very bad situation and I don't know where I am.
Do what ever you can.
Trace this call and get help."
I end the call, hoping he won't call back.
If anyone enters the room when he does, they'll probably kill me on the spot.
Time passes, a lot of it.
He hasn't called, but now I'm starting to want him to.
I kinda want him now.
I click my home button on my phone, and nothing pops up.
Wow.
It's dead.
Dan's P.O.V
I'm only a few seconds from landing.
Phil must be waiting at the gates or something sweet like that. He always goes out of his way to meet me at places and he does whatever he can to make sure I'n happy.
Maybe he forgets about his own happiness.
We touch down and I get off the plane.
I'm going through baggage claim and scanners.
I start walking to the gate, but there is no Phil.
I look around, but he's no where.
What the hell? Does he hate me or something?
I get a taxi all the way home, not bothered to find something else.
I turn the doorknob, and push it open.
I drop all my bags and luggage, expecting for Phil to come in the room.
But there's no Phil.
I check room for room.
But he's not here.
Heck, I even checked the wardrobe.
I start to get a bad feeling.
But he must be out doing some shopping or something.
I shouldn't be worried!
But I am.
I pull out my phone and see if I got any calls, and I did.
From 7 hours ago.
He wouldn't call me during then.
I check the voicemail and my whole heart spontaneously drops all the way to the deepest pit in my stomach and I feel my lungs pushing together trying to become one.
He's in trouble and there's nothing I can do.
What does he mean by that?
How do I trace the call?
I pull up the Find My iPhone app and try to trace Phil's phone.
(I totally recommend the app)
Phil's name pops up and his location is almost 20 miles away.
I pace around.
What do I do? I can't just show up there and ask them to give him to me. They must want something. What do they want?
What do they want with Phil?
I get a call that second, and it makes me jump.
It's an unknown number and I'd learned to be suspicious.
"Hello..?"
"We have him, and you're gonna do what we say." A loud male voice answers on the other line.
"Where is he?" I say sternly.
"With us, he's in the room." The man answers me.
"I don't believe you." I scowl.
And that is when I hear Phil yelling on the other line.
'No! No please don't!'
"STOP! Okay okay!! What do you want?"
The line clicks.