"Have to go to the bathroom." Nicole says running the other way. I think nothing of it and begin walking to our U.S history class. When the bell rings shes not anywhere in sight. 'She's just late,' I begin to comfort myself, but when she doesn't show up the whole class period I get scared. I begin to investigate checking all the bathrooms, she's not there. Then I begin to panic, I then go to one of alley's behind our school and sure enough she's there. I run up to her and automatically smell a mixture of blood, alcohol, and marijuana.
"God damn it Nicole, what the hell happened?!" I yell shaking her, she doesn't wake up. "Fuck!" I pick her up and carry her to her house, once we get there I lay her down in the bath tub, and I begin stripping her down. First I take of her hoodie and then I realize what the blood smell is; there is crimson cuts up and down both her arms. I then take off her shirt and pants, I find even more cuts, but this time its not just cuts on her thighs, its words too.
"Die, fat, ugly, loser, bitch, unwanted, grotesque, dumb ass, ect." Its so terrible I don't know what would have set her off like this. After I completely strip her down I run the bath and she to come to.
"Oh thank god!" I exclaim.
"What," She starts mumbling "Huh, how did I get here, Dan?"
"Shh, everything's alright." I reassure her.
Then she realizes what's going on on and flips out "Dan, what the hell get out of here!" She then wraps her arms around herself.
"Okay,okay calm down, here's your towel." I set it on the toilet seat for her.
A minute or two later she comes out with her her towel wrapped around herself, staring blankly ahead at nothing as she walks to her bedroom. When she gets there her door is closed and she continues to stare blankly for a good 5 or 10 seconds before resting her head on the door.
"Nicole," I ask. No answer "Nicole," I ask again and again, no answer "Nicole?" I ask one last time and she simply opens her door and steps in shutting it behind her and I can her the door lock. 'What the fucks up with her,' I think to myself 'I can't leave her in there she might kill herself, god knows what that'll do to me.' I sigh before knocking on her door.
"Nicole?" No answer
'God what did I do to deserve the silent treatment?'
"Nicole? Hey beautiful open up I want to talk to you, c'mon please open the door?" No answer, but when I put my ear up to the door I hear light coming from within her small room. Just then I remember the skeleton key her mom used to hide from her dad when he still lived with them. I bolt to the kitchen digging through all the drawers and cupboards before seeing it above the fridge. A small rusted piece of metal attached to an old silver chain. I snatch the key and stick it into the small jagged key hole, it opens smoothly. I walk in and see her lying underneath her blankets shaking, so I walk over and lay next to her, petting her head. After a while she moves the blanket so I can see her face, her eyes are bloodshot and her face is red with bags under her eyes, she looks like a hot mess.
She sniffles a little bit before muttering: "I'm sorry."
"What happened?" I ask pleadingly.
"Well I went to the bathroom like I said, but this chick came in and was offering me some weed, so we went to that alley and we smoked a little bit and she gave me some alcohol. Once she left I found a knife, and well, cut myself." She says starting to cry again as I pull her up to me and hug her tight.
"But why?" I ask biting my lip.
"I want it to go away."
"What to go away?" I choke out.
"Everything." She starts whaling into my chest, hiccuping every now and again.
"Why did you want everything to go away?" I finally ask.
"Because it hurts," She breathes finally calming down. "I'm so sorry." She whispers.
"Its alright as long as you are breathing, everything will be alright."
"Alright." She echoes.
I begin playing with her hair until she falls asleep. After she does I get up and walk to my room, opening my laptop and researching angels some more. Same as every other freaking time I've looked false. I rub the bridge of my nose "Fuck me!" I exclaim, sighing with agonny. When I turn around I see Nicole in my door way.
"You okay?" She asks.
"Yeah, just trying to figure some things out."
"Oh I'm sorry, I'll leave you alone then."
"No, I could actually really use your company right about now."
"Oh, okay," She says walking over to my bed sitting down across from me. "So what are you trying to figure out?"
"Just how to how to get my wings back, and so far no luck." I say plainly.
"Oh." She responds with a look of heart break, that she's trying to cover up.
"What's wrong?"
"Um," she hesitates for a moment "Its just, if you get your wings back I won't be able to see you anymore." She trails off toward the end.
"Oh, yeah, you're right there." I look down at my hands.
"But its alright!" She seems to almost panic.
I look back up at her, "Really?"
"Yeah I mean, as long as I'm still breathing everythings alright!" She says as a single salty tear drop roles down her cheek.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry, I didn't even realize." I say worry and panic in my tone.
"No, no, no, its alright I swear I'll be fine."
I don't know what to do at this moment, we're both in pain from this.
"How 'bout I take you on a date this Saturday?" I blurt out before I can even realize what I'm saying.
Her eyes light up "Really?"
"Yeah, yes, of course, why not?"
"Oh I would love that Dan!" She wraps her arms around me in a warm embrace.
"So its a date then?"
"Its a date!" She smiles at me.
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So yup they're going on their first date, and I wonder who that chick was... *cough* lil bitch *cough* erhm so I uploaded again (yay) *does that awkward firework thingy Dan did in his first video when he was fetus* I finally had time since I've been really sick with god knows what. So how are you guys? Oo and the Ship name is Nan, idgaf if you don't like it that's just how it is, this ship is officially canon, alright? So there you go please comment what you want to happen on their date!!!!! The song is Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez, and cute pic of Dan and Phil just bc they're kawaii. Okay bia!!!! Oh wait JAPHAN. okay now I'm done.
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Angel Wings
Fanfiction"She's too good for this." I constantly tell myself. She deserves the best, but I can't give it to her. If only I could show her how much she meant to me. If only she knew how much I love her. If only I wouldn't lose my wings. (Warning does include...
