Donny's POV  (switching it up...)
I stood up. Today I finally found a way out of this horrid place. It was in the middle of nowhere. I used up my food supply, but that's ok. I finally knew where I was at.

I walked down the forest. Every step cursing Dan's name. Stupid, weak, pathetic, gaylord, fat, those were what I would use to describe him. (This POV is so hard to write because I love Dan and Phil if you can't tell. Donny is such a douchebag.) I smiled to myself knowing I would get my revenge.

Phil POV  (There this one should be better)
I sat nervously in my room. Something seemed wrong. Dan wasn't as calm as usual. I went to his room.
"Dan can I come in?" I asked knocking.
"Sure." He opened the door. I hugged him.
"Dan, I know something is wrong. Please don't leave me out of this."
Dan looked at me then his feet. He was only those nervous when we had to talk about Donny.
"Donny you think Donny called you?" I asked. He nodded.
"I know he couldn't have but I swear it sounded just like him. I feel crazy." Dan said. He tried to explain himself. It's too cute.
No Phil, focus.
I hugged Dan again. He sobbed silently. I only saw him this broken at the hospital. His therapist is like a magician. Maybe I should book him another appointment a little early.
I felt Dan pull away. He looked at me then his hands.
"Phil promise me I'll be safe. You told me yourself that Zoella wasn't sure if she actually killed him. I don't want to get hurt again." Dan's voice wavered.

I brought Dan to the living room, him attached to my side. We sat on the couch.
I turned my head to find him asleep five minutes later.

What if it was Donny?

Did they leave Donny a phone?

If it was him, what would he do to Dan?