(Phil's POV)

I knew why I left him, but I wish I didn't have to, I was still wide awake. I needed sleep though.

I stared up to the ceiling; thinking of nothing when something popped into my head.

"What if Dan's suicidal?"

After the things he told me, it wouldn't be crazy.

"Could that be he kept saying things about me talking to him? What if he's not okay? What if it were all lies?"

The last one got me. I sat up and doing my legs to one side of the bed. I needed to stop thinking. I grabbed my phone and set an alarm for 10:30, that would be the latest I would wake up, and put my phone on the charger.

"Why are you so worried about someone you haven't met?" I say aloud, but answer in my head," because you care about people, and you don't want to hurt them."

I love that reason because it was good enough to get myself to go to sleep. I turned off my light and covered up with my blanket, and drifted off to a dream or nightmare I should call it.

I two men standing about 10 yards away, he wore all black and has brown hair that looks like Brendon Urie from 2003, he had brown eyes too. When he looked at me I saw tears.

"Phil?"

It was Dan, it had to be.

"Dan?" He fell to the floor and started to cry, hard."Dan!" They could, but something popped up on the way, my dad.

"What are you doing Phil? I thought I raised you better, guess I didn't. Now you came to the Lester family name you fag!" Then he slapped me.

When I looked back up I see who I believe is my imagination of Dan getting kicked over and over again.

"Stop! What did he do?" I yell as I run the rest of the way over to them.

I push one person out of the way to face him. It was Martyn.

"What are you doing?" I yell.

"Stop trying to save him! If this is what makes you gay then I'll kill him," he said turning and kicking Dan one more time before walking over him, leaving him alone with me while everyone else followed.

"Dan!" I feel to the ground and moved over to my lap, holding him close to my chest. I looked over his body, he was skinny and covered in red, black, and purple bruises.

"Phil?" He opened his eyes slightly.

"Dan it's okay, I'm here, you'll be okay," he had a black eye and his lip was bleeding."I'm sorry Dan, I'm so sorry," I held him close to me as he buried his face into my shoulder.

"Don't be, you didn't do anything," his voice was scratchy and he was shaking.

"Exactly, I didn't do anything," I felt tested in my eyes.

"You couldn't," he answered as I felt my shoulder become wet with tears, and so was his.

I held onto him tightly, as if he were going to fall, and when he got his strength his arms were around me too.

People walk around us and didn't care about us. Look at us or talk to us, we were in our own world, and they were on their own.

We set up as my alarm went off, I look in the mirror across the room and realized that I was in the real world again.

I turned off the alarm and opened Kik.

...hi...

Q: How are you?

Answer for me: Could be better. (I think my foots asleep...)