Dan and Phil Imagines

Phan imagine: Shattered glass #1

Authors note
Hi guys!
So I decided to do something a little different so this is mainly about Dan and Phil but you play quite a big part and I have included a song in order to add to the mood. I am also putting it into parts as its gonna be slightly longer ( probably only 2-3 parts but possibly longer ☺️) Enjoy!
WARNING: USE OF SELF HARM
AND SUICIDE
The pain hurts you less than
the Shattered glass that you walk on
you pick up the pieces of
a bitter Empty world you've always known
and you see your reflection
only part of who you used to be before
~ An extract from 'Shattered glass' by ML Smith

'FINE' he shouted in your face as he walked out the door and slammed the door. Your knees gave way as you fell to the ground, tears streaming down your face. Your rocked softly back wards and forwards until you eventually fell asleep in on your living room floor.

1 week later
Night and day the same. You haven't been outside for around a week. The last time you went outside was just before the argument you had with Dan, you were shopping and bought him a giant bag of maltesers as a surprise. At the time you didn't know that that day would be the worst day of your life. You sighed as you flicked the razor between your fingers. You never thought you would be doing this but you just needed something to take your mind of thins and this was the first thing you thought of. Thing is you couldn't decide if you regretted doing this or not. Sure it took your mind off things for a while but it left helluva scars. 'And I will try to fix you...' You hum as you bring the razor close to your skin, piercing through your flesh as the crimson water starts flowing. Tears stream down your face, you've lost something that you cannot replace; Dan. What did you even fight about? Was it stupid? Your head was too cloudy to remember but one thing you know for sure; You still love him, and always will.
You hear a soft knock on your apartment door but you heart was too heavy and it seemed to pull you back down whenever you try to get up. 'It's open' you manage to spit out but it was only a whisper, definitely not loud enough to be heard down the hallway and through the door. Maybe you have telepathy skills? Because not after only 2 minutes does your door softly click open. You hear soft yet panicked footsteps come towards your room. 'Y/N?' You hear a familiar voice call out. 'In my room' you sniffle, taking another swig of the red wine you had beside you and pulling down your sleeves.

To be continued...