My eyes were heavy and I began to drift off into a pizza induced coma. Nick had just stepped out to get us some ice cream. The fancy kind this was a celebration after all.
The credits began to roll and my eyes fluttered to a close.
I woke up to the vibrations from my phone. I groggily rolled over to put it on ‘do not disturb’, when I saw 30 missed calls. It was past 1am. Where was Nick?
I pressed my thumb to the home button and unlocked my phone. They were all from Dan? Why was he calling me after midnight? Why so many calls? Where was Nick?
A sick feeling ran through me and I quickly snapped awake.
I rang Nick’s number, no answer.
Where was he? He had only stepped out for ice cream. That was hours ago. Fear began to rock me. I called Dan back. Voicemail.
What was going on.
I began to pace up and down, as I continuously called Nick and Dan, getting voicemail each time.
I placed my phone down carefully on the kitchen counter and stared at it intensely, willing something to happen.
I must’ve sat there for almost 40 minutes before the name Dan flashed up on the screen.
I don’t even remember picking it up, but the next thing I knew I was on the floor. Tears overtaking me.
Dan was coming to get me.
I prayed I had time to say goodbye, even though I didn’t want to.
Dan said that there was nothing they could do. The damage to his body was too severe, there was no hope for survival.
Please let me have enough time to say goodbye.
Anger overtook denial and I threw my phone at the wall. I watched as the glass screen shattered on impact.
Why did we even need ice cream? I hated ice cream. I only liked the fancy stuff.
It was a cause for celebration he had said. We have to round the night off with ice cream. I’ll be 20 mins tops.