Dans POV
I don't understand. Donny is dead. Why can't I sleep.
I woke up again, after another nightmare. It was a replay of that night. I have no idea if they actually got to rape me. It didn't matter at this point.

I looked at Phil. He was sleeping next to me. He hasn't left in a while. They offered him a cot, but he said he wanted to comfort me. It's true. Him being next to me made me feel better.

Phil looked at me.
"What's wrong Dan?"
"Oh you're up. I'm sorry if I woke you up..." I began to ramble. Phil gave me a hug, shutting me up.
"Dan what's wrong?" He said. He never had a harsh tone with me. It was always so gentle.
"I can't sleep! It's like I can't stop reliving it all. He's gone!" I cried. Phil put his arms around me, while I cried.
"Oh Danny, it's ok. You have been through a lot. It's not gonna just go away.." Phil spoke in a soothing voice. I pulled away.
"But how can it. He can't hurt me he's dead. Why can't I just get over it?" I asked even though I knew why. I didn't know how to express how helpless I felt.
"Dan this may be to hard to fix on your own. I signed you up for therapy. You'll be taken care of there. Trust me well be ok. It's just not gonna be as fast as we like."

Phil hugged me one more time. I never wanted him to let go. In his arms I was safe. I could just pretend this never happened. I could pretend I never desided to date Donny.

I fell asleep in his arms. I didn't dream because I didn't want to think about what I already knew what I'd dream of.