September, 15, 2015

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DAN HOWELL

"You're still smart, how charming." He sarcastically remarks, the room is too dark for me to see anything or predict his next move, the faint piano music blocks out his almost silent footsteps. Did he play it on purpose?

I slowly sit up from my place on the floor, my stomach feels sore from the kick. I try adjusting my vision to the dark, but it's hopeless. I feel out of control and I don't like it.

"P-Phil?" I test the waters, is he going to kick me every time I speak? Instead of a kick, I feel my arms being grabbed, and handcuffs being fastened on them. The move is too quick for me, I didn't know Phil was that talented with handcuffs.

"What the fuck?" I whisper, pulling on the handcuffs. I hear an very annoyed sigh, and soon a rag is shoved in my mouth, and I hear tape being unraveled. The piece of tape is secured around my mouth.

I chuckle only one piece of tape? I could easily get this off. My chuckle made a noise through the tape. I hear the tape being unraveled again, and soon one end of the tape is stuck on my mouth, the rest around my head. Several times. I wasn't laughing anymore.

I was kicked again, onto the floor. My collarbone hit the floor causing a horrible pain.  Suddenly the light was turned on, temporarily blinding me. I let squint trying to make sense of my surroundings.

Once my eyes had adjusted, I see a woman sitting at a piano. What? I thought a radio was playing. Before I can recognize the girl, a pair of boots appear in front of me. I look up slowly from my place of the floor.

"Phil?" I look at his face, it's different but still the same. His eyes are darker, his jawline's more defined, and he has slight stubble on his face. His appearance in general was more demon-like.

"You must be hungry, but I can't supply you with your usual meal." Phil chuckles, I furrow my eyebrows. He must mean the organs I had no idea I was consuming. "I guess you'll have to settle with real food." He taunts.

"Why am I here?" I ask, pressing my face onto the floor.

"We'll get to that." He explains, I hear the piano music stop. The silence unsettles me, but the minute I see the woman who was at the piano I'm in shock.

"What the fuck?" I spit, it's the girl from the alleyway who shot herself. Isn't she supposed to be dead? Did I somehow imagine that?

Her mischievous eyes look towards me and she maintains heavy eye contact with me. Its the same girl, no question about it. I was hoping for some type of explanation, but both of them remained silent.

"What do you want, Phil? I don't understand your anger." I say in a strong voice, I'm not scared. I'm not sure why, Phil looks really intimidating but somehow I felt comfort with him around.

"You never will understand." He silently sighs, he sits on the floor and looks into my eyes. He grabs my chin so I won't look away. It seems like he wants me to notice something, as if he were hinting something to me. Sadly, I have no idea what he's trying to say.

"Dan, you get me so frustrated sometimes. Why won't you understand that it's me?" Phil closes his eyes, letting go of my chin and turning away from me.

"What do you mean?" I ask, but it seems I won't be getting anymore hints.

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Ugh time flies too fast. Sorry for the lateness.

UNEDITED