Hardcore Life (Ph1LzA fanfic)

1, 2, 3, Shot!

Amelia (REFERENCE OF SELF HARM WARNING)

I woke up the next morning enveloped in both the blanket and Phil's embrace. I had to be careful as I wiggled my way free, and I stretched as I stood up. I immediately gathered a clean change of clothes and headed to the bathroom, waiting to turn the light on until I had closed the door entirely, trying my best to not cause Phil to wake up. I turned the shower on, and I rid myself of my clothes while I waited for the water to heat up. I caught a glimpse of myself in the bathroom's mirror, and the sight of the scars made me look away. I looked at my arms, the normally well hidden healing cuts on full display.

By the time I was done with my shower, the mirror was fogged up enough that I couldn't see my reflection. I pulled my clothes on in silence, draping the tower over my head as I flicked the light off and opened the door. The bedroom light was on, and Phil was sitting up on the bed, his back to me. He looked at me over his shoulder as I stepped out of the bathroom.

"You're up early." I muttered.

"Yeah." He didn't offer an explanation.

I fiddled with my shirt sleeves before violently rubbing my head with the towel. Phil chuckled as he got to his feet, and he stood in front of me. I let out an almost silent huff as he took the towel from me, being far more gentle than I had been. I noticed the tear streaks on his cheeks and how puffy his eyes were, but the small guarded smile kept me from asking about what was wrong.

"You have to leave in half an hour if you want to catch the train on time." He muttered.

"I know. I got up early to shower so I wouldn't be rushing." I replied.

He stepped away, and I worked on brushing my hair as he left the room. I had my hair tied back in a ponytail by the time he walked back into the room, and he held his hand out. I raised an eyebrow before placing my hand in his, and in one swift movement, one of his hardcore heart wristbands was on my wrist.

"Take my only life with you." He whispered.

I found it hard not to laugh, causing him to smile as he noticed my struggle. He helped me gather some things into one of his bookbags, making it so I wouldn't have to travel with a large suitcase for just a single night of clothes. I made sure my status on Discord reflected that I wouldn't be at a set up of my own, and I took a deep breath as I walked to the front door. I looked at Phil as he held the door open.

"Don't get lost." He gave me one of his devious smiles.

"I'll do my best." I muttered, looking down at the directions Wilbur was still currently messaging to me. "Master Geographer is sending me directions as we speak. He said he's going to meet me at the station I'll be getting off at."

"I now have some confidence that I'll at least be told if you go missing."

I huffed as I looked at him, and he chuckled. He reached out for me when I stepped toward the door, pulling me closer to him. His lips were gentle against my forehead, and I leaned into his touch as he placed his hand on my neck.

"Text me as soon as you get on the train." He muttered.

"I will." I laid my hand on his chest. "I'll even message you while I'm on the train and when I get to Wilbur."

He leaned down, and the brief kiss left me breathless as I left him behind.

~

I was standing on the train, my hand gripping one of the ceiling handles tightly, when I heard the start of an argument between two passengers. I looked up from my phone just as a loud popping sound echoed through the train car. Silence followed it, and then the entire train car had erupted into chaos. Several of the people closer to the two men who had been arguing got up and rushed to the other side of the car, one of the older men pushing me along with them.