Dan's pov:
*trigger warnings*
It is a cold and lonely night.
I slid the familiar thin object across my wrist and watched the blood quickly bloom in bubbles, before forming a drip and trickling down past my elbow.
I do it at least twenty times before the blade got caught on my skin and I forcefully pulled a chunk of my skin off, I cringe at the pain.
I pull out some tissues from under my bed and wipe up the mess.
I let the tissue soak up the blood, be four making one final sharp deep swipe with the razor blade. I clean this up too making sure I don't get any residue on my bed sheets.
I place my special piece of metal in its box and place it in my sock drawer.
I turn on my phone and grab my ear phones, music will calm me, I put on some twenty one pilots and let josh's voice fill my mind with thought as I drift off to sleep.
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Thin metal
FanfictionA sad story on dan and Phil No suicide but trigger warnings And self harm.
