(A/N: Here's a very short chapter I just wrote like literally a second ago. It's 6am and I haven't slept yet so apologies if there are typos, I'll try to fix them if they are there when I have slept, and another apology for this sad chapter. Oops).
*PHILS POV*
Many weeks have passed and everything's sorta normal.
Dan has been having night terrors again but I can usually calm him down, he still takes pills for his bipolar disorder, also takes pills for his night terrors; which doesn't work, obviously.
He still doesn't eat all that much, which worries me, but I can usually get him to eat full meals at dinner.
He refuses to eat anything other than one bowl of cereal at breakfast, and absolutely nothing else. He scares me sometimes...
And as things go for me, well, I honesty don't know. I'm okay and not okay?
There's so much stress with making sure Dan is okay every second. I'm tired and all I do is care for Dan, worry for Dan, cry for Dan.
I'm literally done and I don't want to do anything anymore. I hate being an adult, I hate living with Dan because he doesn't do anything but wallow in his problems.
Does he ever think about how I'm feeling? Don't it cross his mind at all? Don't get me wrong, I love Dan but I'm not in love with him as much as I thought I was.
I just don't know what I want.
I'm sad, tired, frustrated and upset all the time and I wanna end it all. I wanna end it now. Not tomorrow, not the next day.
Now.
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Paranoid - PhanFiction
FanfictionDan Howell has terrible night terrors that don't seem to be subsiding, but when his parents send him off to college in hopes that things get better for him, things only sadly, get horribly worse. *This fic is so cringe worthy. It's a huge mess. It...
