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Interrogation

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"I’ve told you already, I didn’t kill him!" Phil howled through his tears, banging his fist on the cold metal table. Of course he didn’t kill him. He was Phil’s best friend. His very best friend. Why on Earth would he kill his best friend? Phil couldn’t understand, why would he kill anyone? Phil couldn’t even hurt a mouse, never mind his best friend. His late friend went by the name: Daniel Howell.

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It was pouring with rain when Phil finally reached his best friend’s door, banging three times on the door with his right hand as he tried to pull his jacket over his head with his left.
"Come on, come on, come on…" He muttered as he hopped from foot to foot as he tried to warm himself up. He hadn’t come prepared for sudden bad weather. It was nice when he had set off from home and he had underestimated Mother Nature.
Finally the door opened and he was greeted by the warm smile of his best friend, it instantly warmed him up and made him feel so much better. He pushed his way inside and stripped off his sodden coat, draping it over the radiator and going to give his best friend a huge hug. It had been so long since he had last been in this house, seen his best friend.
"How have you been?" Dan asked, handing Phil a blanket so he could dry himself off. He flicked the heating up and beckoned Phil into the lounge where Master Chef was playing on the T.V.
Phil quickly dried his hair and wrapped the towel around his shoulders before following Dan into their usual seating area. “I’ve not been bad. A little unoccupied. It’s boring when you’re not around.” He tossed the towel playfully over to Dan and dropped down into his seat.
Dan batted the towel off his face and knocked it to the floor, scowling jokingly at Phil as he did so. The way the two of them played around made them seem almost like brothers, or even something closer than that. But they weren’t. They were just best friends.
"Do you want me to go out for pizza?" Dan asked after a content silence, swinging his legs over the side of the sofa and standing up.
Phil looked up at Dan and smirked, his tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth playfully. “Yes please, Danny!” He giggled, flicking his hair out of his eyes. “I’ll have the usual please.” He answered before Dan could ask.
Dan rolled his eyes and walked over to the door. “Anything else, sugarplum?” It was another inside joke that they had, pretending that they were something more. They would walk down crowded streets arm in arm, and, on occasion, Dan would peck Phil’s cheek to earn disgusted looks from the rest of the people around. But it was never anything more. They were just best friends.

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"So you used to get angry when people asked if you were more than a couple?" The detective asked, leaning further of the desk and closer to Phil. It made him feel uncomfortable. No one was allowed in his bubble. Not since Dan had been murdered. No one was allowed to do so much as touch him, and someone so close to him made him feel violated.
Phil wiped his eyes and looked at the floor. No way was he going to back down so easily and let this detective walk all over him. Who was he to accuse him of killing his best friend? “Not angry. Just… Frustrated. Because we were just best friends. If we wanted something more we could have done it. But we didn’t. We were content being best friends. And it rattled me when people thought we were.” Phil could have gone on forever, ranting about how girls were allowed to be close and walk down the street hand in hand without being accused of being in a relationship. But the minute it was two boys it was out of the question that they could be friends.
"You say that you were content being best friends, but was there ever a time when you wanted something more and Daniel didn’t?"
Phil shook his head, however he wasn’t disagreeing. “No. Well, yes… I guess… I’ve always wanted something more, but Dan never did. But that isn’t something I’d go and kill someone over! I was very content being best friends with him.”

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Dan had been gone rather a long time, and Phil was beginning to get worried, he was never gone this long when he went out for pizza. In fact, it never took him this long when he went anywhere. Dan wasn’t one to spend too long outside without someone else. He didn’t like other people’s company when they weren’t close to him.
Phil pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialled Dan’s number in a haste. “Come one, pick up…” He muttered as he listened to the dial tone ring out. This wasn’t like Dan. He wasn’t one to not pick up his phone. It was always in his pocket. No.. Stop worrying, Phil. He dialled again and again and to no avail. Phil didn’t like this. He didn’t like this one bit. And he’d had enough. He stood up and walked into the hallway, pulling on his shoes and damp jacket and hurrying out the door, making sure to lock it behind him. Thankfully, he knew the path Dan took to the pizza place so he was able to trace Dan’s steps exactly.
He wasn’t panicking. Or, he wouldn’t let himself believe that he was. Dan was going to be fine. He had to be fine or Phil didn’t know what he would do. The rain had stopped, but the floor was still damp, so it couldn’t have been too long since the rain had ceased.
Where had the dampness on his cheeks come from? Was he crying? Probably. Yes, Phil was crying. What if Dan wasn’t okay? What if something had happened to him? Phil would never be able to forgive himself.

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"And, upon realising that Daniel had been gone longer than expected, you rushed out to find him?"
Phil nodded slowly. “Yeah, I was worried about him because he was never out so long. So I went to find him to make sure he was okay… I knew where he would walk because of all the times we had been out to get pizza together…”
"Knowing exactly where he would be. Isn’t that a bit suspicious?"
Phil looked up from his lap, looking the investigator dead in the eye. “I would never do anything to hurt Dan. Why can’t you understand that?! Just because I knew where he would be doesn’t mean I killed him. Just like unrequited love wouldn’t make me kill him either! Just leave me alone. Leave me alone…” Phil’s voice softened out as he began to cry even more. He’d had enough. He just wanted to go home. Go back to Dan’s house and continue living his normal life before this whole mess ever started. “Please… I just want to go home…”

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Phil didn’t like this. This was the worst part of the journey. This was the part where he had to take a few dark alleys in order to reach the pizza place in the fastest time. If something had happened to Dan, it would have happened here. It took Phil a few minutes to muster up enough courage to start walking into the first alley. He never liked this part. When they went together, Phil would always have to hold Dan’s hand and snuggle up to his side before they were able to enter. Dan was like his little shield. His knight in shining armour.
It seemed darker than usual. Darker and spookier. He didn’t like this one bit. Maybe Dan was at home already and he was scaring himself for no reason. Phil stopped and tried calling Dan again. If he was home, wouldn’t Phil have gotten a call already? There was no answer from his best friend, so Phil gathered up the courage he had and continued walking into the alley. It was too dark and too cold and too scary. Phil was a little bit of a scardy cat and even this was too much. It was eight at night and he was already scared.
"I can do this I can do this I can do this I can do this…" Phil repeated over and over again, it was his way of calming himself down. He could do this for Dan.

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"So then I turned the corner and walked into another alley… There were no street lamps in this one, so I had to use my phone to illuminate the way…" Phil continued. His alibi seemed strong, it was impossible that the detectives could find any holes in his story.
The detective wrote down everything Phil said, despite the fact that the entire meeting was being recorded. “Why didn’t you just take a route that didn’t involve those alleys if you were so scared?”
What a stupid question. “Because if something had happened to Dan, I couldn’t eliminate the possibility that it had happened down one of those alleys.” It was the most idiotic question that had been asked since the meeting started. Well, maybe ‘Did you kill Daniel Howell’, the way the interrogation had initially started, was a little more stupid.
"And how did you know something had happened to him?"
Ah, he was twisting Phil’s words. “I never said I knew. I just said that I thought something might have happened to him since he was so late coming back. I’ve been through this already with you. Please, just let me go home. You know what happens next…”

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Phil headed into the final alley, his hopes were high that Dan had just been held up at the pizza place and possibly lost his phone somewhere. Maybe Phil would come across Dan’s phone and laugh it off and it’d all be something they could talk about when they both got home. But Phil had no such luck.
He was nearly at the end of the final alley when the floor suddenly seemed to get a whole lot damper. ‘Must’ve just stepped in a puddle…’ Phil thought and continued walking until he stepped in another. And another. Slowly, he looked down. The puddles he was walking in were bright red.
Phil started panicking, the tears rushing down his cheeks again. No, there was nothing to suggest that this was Dan’s blood. It could very easily be someone else’s. It didn’t have to be Dan’s. Or, it didn’t until Phil rang Dan again in a hurry. The familiar ringing sound was close. In fact, it was by his foot. Coated in blood. Dan’s phone. Dan’s blood. Six feet away from him was Dan’s body. The body of his best friend.
Phil didn’t hesitate, instead he ran over to Dan, collapsing at his side.
"Dan… Dan…? Dan!" Phil cried, rolling his best friend over to face him. His throat was slashed, the blood was fresh on his neck, but dry on his clothes. Dan was dead. There was no helping him. But that didn’t stop Phil from trying. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialled for the police and an ambulance. Dan would have done the same thing for Phil if it was him laying on the floor.

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"You slit his throat and called the police." The interrogator pressed, determined that he knew what happened.
Phil shook his head quickly, the recollection of the moment paining him more than when he first saw Dan’s body laying lifelessly on the ground. “No! Why on Earth would I have done that?! I loved Dan! I would never do anything to hurt him. I want to find the killer as much as you do! Please just let me help you!” Phil nearly shouted.

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This couldn’t be happening. Phil was being dragged into the back of a police car. Being told that Dan was dead. Being told that he was being accused of being Dan’s murderer. All because he had blood on his hands. Blood from trying to save his best friend. Why would he be the killer? He had tried to tell the police that this was a misunderstanding. That he was calling to save his life, not to confess to the murder! But they hadn’t listened to him. Hadn’t even let him say goodbye.
"Goodbye Danny… My precious Danny… I love you so much… I’ll join you one day. Right after I catch who did this to you." Phil whispered to himself while he was alone in the car. The tears were fresh on his cheeks, on his hands, on his clothes.

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"Philip Lester you are suspected of being the person behind the murder of Daniel Howell. You will not be allowed bail. You do not have the right to remain silent. Anything you say from here on out may be used against you in court."
"I didn’t do it! I’m innocent! Please… Danny help me! Help me, Danny! I love you! Please, please save me…" Phil sobbed.
This is something that I wrote for tumblr a while back, and I'm very proud of this one. Sorry if you don't like it/it makes you sad.
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