Psycho

Unit 23

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Phil felt like this entire house was covered in eggshells. Every time he put his nose out of his room, he would cut his feet and bleed, and after healing and finding a way through the mess, he would slip and cut himself all over again. The rollercoaster never ended. When he thought it was beginning to get slow, he was already going down the next slope.

After the morning's incident, Phil didn't even dare put his nose out. He was completely confused, hurt and angry. Dan had totally lost it. He had never seen him in this kind of state and he never wanted to again. He didn't know what to do anymore. Nothing he had done worked! All he had managed to do was pick up fights with Dan.

If there was nothing Phil could do here, well he was throwing all of his hopes on their trip to America. Seeing friends and viewers would change his mind and make him relax... at least Phil hoped. He couldn't bear seeing Dan like this anymore. It had gotten to the point where it was actually sad. He was so focused on not wanting help that he hurt himself even more.

America was the answer. Yes. Phil knew it. Also, it was kind of his last resort. He knew if he didn't manage to make him open up over there, back in England everything would be lost. Behind Dan's hard armor, he knew there was something. The glimmer in his eyes was always there, so present yet so subtle. He had tried everything; easy and hard way... nothing. Though, there was still a way to coax Dan into speaking. But Phil would wait until they were on the other side of the ocean to do it. Until their flight tomorrow morning, he would let Dan cool down from their heated argument earlier.

After setting up his alarm to wake up early for the plane the next day, he walked past Dan's closed bedroom door and went to the living room.

"I told you I would get to the bottom of this. It's not over."

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Dan didn't move his head from his pillow from what seemed hours. He hadn't slept and hadn't closed his eyes at all. Tears had simply fallen silently in the most graceful way, not really knowing the reason for their fall until they dried out. He heard Phil moving in the room next door. He heard him coughing as well as the rustling of his bed sheets, the fainted sound of videos he was listening to, the zipping of a suitcase, drawers opening, then closing, loud sighs... Dan spent an immensely long amount of time listening to the simplest things in the other room until his head had risen from the pillow and his body had dragged itself out of the bed.

He felt numb. He approached the mirror to admire himself. He was taken aback slightly when he noticed his purple temples. He looked like he had been beaten up. He placed his hand delicately on the sensitive skin and dragged his finger along the line of the bruises. His throat went dry and his stomach knotted. Dan felt himself scream at the bottom of the black hole. The other Dan shoved fingers down his throat to shut him up. He stepped a few feet back and built momentum before launching himself head first in the mirror, smashing violently against the glass that shattered with the impact. Dan collapsed on the ground, unconscious as his scalp started bleeding profusely.

Dan jerked back. He touched his scalp nervously. He was relieved to see there was no blood when he brought his fingers back in front of his eyes. He grasped his heart and started breathing heavily. He hadn't had a daydream about himself since he had killed Agana Baldwin. He started panicking slightly. What did that mean? Was the other trying to tell him something?