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7 Days (phan) (part 1)

Genre: mostly angst/slight fluff

Phil's POV:

"Listen Dan, I don't know how to say this but..." I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. It was magical until I was forcefully pushed away into the wall behind me.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT YOU WEIRDO?! WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM, A FAG?? GOD PHIL YOU'RE SUCH A FREAK!!"

He pushed me again, forcefully into the wall. Tears started falling on my scars, reminding me of the times I had given up before for being called a freak.

~Flashback Phil: age 16~

I was in the classroom, just sitting there when Bob and the rest of his friends came in. "Oh why look? If it isn't the little emo faggot? Shouldn't you be sucking a guy off right now?" They laughed"Oh wait, for you to do that, someone would actually hand to stand looking at you for more than a second." They were like this every single day. "You know what? Why don't you just kill yourself already?"

And I tried. I really really tried.

But guess who found me.

~Back to the present~

My vision started getting blurry, and I ran out of the building.

I ran until I got to Pj's flat and I cried into his arms.

"P-peej. I don't know if I can do this. I-I can't live without him. He c-called me a freak, h-he hates me. I want to end it so bad peej. So bad..." He just hugged me until I had no more tears to shed.

A 6 days went past...and not a single call or text from Dan. Pj went to work at a normal job from 9-5 everyday and I would just pretend to sleep until he fell asleep as well. I wouldn't eat, I wouldn't think, I was just existing. But what's the point if you're not happy?

Tomorrow morning. That was when I'd do it.

Dan's POV:

It's been nearly a week since I've called Phil a freak and it's killing me inside. I regret it so much. Maybe I should call him, or visit him? Pj told me that he was staying with him but I need to apologise. I was way out of line. The thing is is that it's 3:36 in the morning and pj would probably kill me if I went over at this time.

I'll just go tomorrow.

Phil's POV:

"Goodbye Phil! Be good!" "Bye Peej!" Whew. He's gone. Nows time to get this done.

I went to the washroom, and grabbed the razor. I put it down before I went to go get the rope from my car. I set it up and then got the pills from the cabinet.
I took more than I should have in order for them to be affective. Then I slashed my wrists a good amount, and then the final thing that would end it all. I put my head in the rope, and as the front door opened, I made eye contact with the person, and then jumped off the stool.

It took me 7 days to get to this point.

To be continued....