Phil's POV:

Shock, denial, fear. That's what went thought my mind as he was talking. But he soon finished and I was supposed to respond but I just couldn't.

"Phil please say something." I couldn't. I just wanted to go home, go to my room and curl up on my bed.

"Take me home." Is all I could say. Dan just nodded and waved bye to the conical and before I knew it we were back in our flat. I ran to my room and shut the door slamming it sending a loud sound throughout the flat letting Dan know to let me be alone for a while.

I fell on my bed and cuddled up in my duvet and drifted off to dreamland where my thoughts could be free.

beautiful brown eyes looking into my soul and those pink plump lips that I love. Sitting with my lovely husband and my three wonderful children, but something wasn't right, I felt weird and scared like someone was going to hurt them. I want to protect them always. But I feel so weak.

Next thing I knew I was holding a bloody knife with my family all around me. Dead lifeless bodies. Why who did this? Me? No! This can't happen just kill me.

a/n

I'm stuck in italics because I'm on my phone so yeah I will continue once I fix this so yeah.

I had more to write so keep reading. please.

Bye nemos!

NoNameNemo, Out!