He's My Fallen Angel (Phan fic) [boyxboy]

Chapter 8

Dan's POV
~~*•°*°•TRIGGER WARNING•°*°•*~~

I opened my eyes at the sudden brightness coming from my phone, which probably turned on because of a notification or something. What time is it? I reached for my phone and looked at the screen.

I put it back on the counter when I see its midnight. Try to get more sleep, Dan I though to myself. You haven't slept in a week. "I know, I know. But who needs sleep? I know I don't", a say aloud to myself. Maybe I should just go for a walk or something... I thought. I reached for my phone and turned on the flashlight.

I slowly got up and hissed as pain struck my side. I took deep breaths before walking out the door.

The pain has been growing, more and more, everyday, and it's killing me!!! Sometimes its so unbearable, that I consider just ending it all. To just close my eyes and never open them again. To just make the pain go away forever. But I already know that will happen. Everyone dies eventually, whether they want to or not, everyone dies.

I break out of my dark thoughts when I pass the bathroom. I stop and stare at the darkness of the room. The darkness which seems to hypnotize me somehow because the next thing I know I put my phone in my pocket and start walking into the room and turning the light on. But I know it wasn't the room that called for me, it was the objects in the room. The small, shining, silver objects in the room called for me. I knew what I was going to do.

But I've been clean for two months... Two whole months! Do I really want to do this? I think to myself. Looks like I do I think as I pick up the small blade and hold it against my wrist. Why did i want to do this?! I'm not sad right now or anything, I'm happy living with Phil and looking for a job and everything! But I'm still going to do it... It's become an addiction and I haven't felt like myself without seeing the battle scars on my wrists.

I feel my heart beat increase as I slowly brush the blade against my clean wrist. My mind goes completely blank and I feel nothing for a few seconds until I see sparkling dots of red forming on the area where the blade was. I begin to feel my wrist sting as more blood forms. I'm sorry Philly... My lion... I'm so sorry... I think as I put the blade in the trash can, hoping Phil won't notice.

I hold onto my wrists which causes the stinging to hurt less and start making my way to my room as I was feeling a little tired.

I take my phone out of my pocket and turn the flashlight on again. When I pass Phil's room I notice the door slightly open. I look inside and see a sleeping Phil holding a plush lion next to him.

He looked so peaceful, so innocent, I didn't want to imagine his face if he found out his best friend was cutting himself. Without thinking, I walk into the room, quiet enough to not wake Phil. "I'm sorry my lion...", I whipser when I reach the foot of his bead. "It's not your fault, its mine... I'm sorry..."

Well that was sad :[

Sooo in a week its Halloween so that means it's time to get spoopy :]
I'll probably post a Halloween chapter when I can.
Btw srry for not updating a lot, I was busy :/
Anyway ilysm