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i listened to this ^ while writing this chapter and my emotions just

also school starts tomorrow ew

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PHIL

%$@#!: long time no talk. heard danny got into hospital - guess that was your fault as well?

With all that has been going on, I almost forgot about these texts. To be honest, I'm tired of it. I mean, what have I got to lose?

Phil: I don't know who you are or why you're texting me but if you could get the fuck away from Dan and me, that'd be great.

%$@#!: ooh, fiesty philip.

Who is this person? How the hell do they know my name?

%$@#!: remember - i have eyes everywhere.

I sigh and lean further into the back of my bed, placing my phone on the bedside table. Looking over at my clock, the time reads 10:57. I attempt to hold back a yawn but to no avail, so I end up laying myself down on my mattress and tucking the covers around me properly.

However, before I close my eyes, I check my phone for any messages from Dan. But, nothing. Just in case, I send him a goodnight message, asking how he is, before putting it back down and resting my head on the pillow.

Although, just as I'm about to drift into sleep, I hear my phone buzz. Squinting at the screen, I manage to make out that the text is from Dan. Quickly, I scramble to get my glasses from the table and slide them onto my face.

Dan: I don't think this is how I thought I would die.

It takes a second to process what he sent to me, but as soon as I do, I start to panic. I have to be jumping to conclusions, he can't actually mean-

Dan: Or maybe this is how it was always meant to end.

Dan: Who am I kidding, of course this is what was going to happen. This was inevitable, wasn't it?

Dan: I think we can both agree on that.

Dan: I'm surprisingly calm about this.

Dan: I guess it isn't that surprising, really. I've had years to prepare for this moment.

My eyes start to brim with tears. This can't happen... Not now, not ever. He was doing so well, he was getting better. Then that dick had to come along and ruin everything. I try to type out a reply, my hands trembling.

Phil: Wherr thge hrell are yoiu

Dan: Water looks so pretty at night, I love watching it rush through the jagged rocks.

Phil: Doontr movbe

I throw my phone down and rush down the stairs as quickly as I can, not caring about what I'm wearing.

And, after calling the emergency services, I grab a coat and push my shoes onto my feet, before running over to my mums car and getting into the driver seat. I don't have a driving license, but this is the quickest way I can possibly think of getting there.

I start up the car and, after getting out the driveway, I speed down the road as fast as I can. Nerves, fear and so many other emotions run through my head, as I continue down the road. I just hope I'll get there in time.

After a couple of minutes of driving, I finally pull up to the National Park, stopping the car immediately. I don't even bother closing the car door and I just run towards the bridge, pushing myself faster and faster.

As soon as I get there, though, I realise I'm too late.

And suddenly, everything seems to run in slow motion. I see him standing on top of the short railing, arms out to his sides and his hair blowing around in the strong, cold wind. Then, his body falls forwards and weakly collapses into itself, as though it had been defeated.

"Dan!" I scream, running to the edge of the railings and leaning over them, watching him fall, "No!"

I lean further over, trying to grab hold of him, even though I know he's too far gone. I scream and cry out, the rain still going strong.

And I guess you should listen to those signs which warn you not to stand or lean on the railings because, before I know it, my foot has slipped and I'm tumbling down with him.