Dan's POV
At the moment I'm sitting in maths class. I can't keep my mind off of Phil. Who would do something like that to someone? After school I'm going to go visit Phil in the hospital.
_______AFTER SCHOOL
I walked into Phil's hospital room and I waved. "Hey" I mumbled. "What are you doing here" Phil spat. I looked down and tried to think of an answer, but then I noticed something on Phil's arms. Cuts. And I know there not from those men. Phil did it to himself. "I uh" I started. "Just leave you filthy fuck" Phil yelled. I hurt Phil that much. I ran out of the hospital and towards my home.
As soon as I got home I ran into my room and just started thinking.
"I'm such a terrible person. I've been bullying Phil for so long. Why did I ever hang out with those people. Phil used to be the best friend I could ever ask for. Its my fault that hes cutting. Each cut is caused by me"
I walked into his room and looked around. Its pretty much empty. Then something caught my eye. I opened the box and found my favorite memories with Phil. From photos to toys it was all there. My eyes started to tear up as I looked through them. I miss the better days.
I grabbed a rasor and placed a cut on my arm. I should be the one cutting, not Phil. People like me shouldn't be alive.
Phil's POV
I feel bad for yelling at Dan, but he deserved every word. Why did Dan even visit me anyways? Doesn't he hate me? Ugh lifes confusing. Another reason I hate it. Why can't I just kill myself? That would teach those fucks a lesson.
I looked down at my cuts. Each had a story. I touched the first one. It was fadded, but still important. I remember its story...
Bottle after bottle crashed on my head. They stopped just before I would be too injured (aka before I had to go to the hospital). For some reason my body itched for more pain. I walked home and ran into my room. I grabbed a rasor and placed my first cut.
After that cutting became a needed thing in my life. I thought about burning once, but it would be more likely for me to get caught. Cutting is just more convenient. My arms screamed for more pain. I would get caught if I cut here.
Dan's POV
I just finished making my 4th cut. I deserved more, but it would be to odvious. Blood started to poor down my arms. "Fuck" I muttered finding one of my old shirts and pressing it down on the cuts. How does Phil stop the bleeding? Thank god my parents are at work. They'd freak. I uncovered the cuts and thankfully they weren't bleading anymore.
My phone beeped indicating I got a text. I cheked and it was from Maddie. What the hell does she want.
Maddie: Where the hell are you? You were supposed to pick me up for Jack's party a half an hour ago
Dan: Oh god I'm sorry babe I completely forgot
Maddie: Its okay Kate and I went together.
Dan: ok. I'll meet you at the party bye
Maddie: Bye
Oh shit I forgot about Jack's party. I have to go in order to keep my reputation. The last thing I want to see it them.
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