Chapter 3- The Broken Boy

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--Dan's POV--
I feel so broken.
I have lost my will to live.
Do I even exist?
What did i do to deserve this?

You did the same thing you always do.
You fuck up Dan.

My head whispered to me.

You are one giant disappointment. Why do you even exist?

"SHUT UP SHUT UP!" I shouted thankfully Phil wasn't home and he didn't hear me.

You should die.
You don't deserve to be alive.
You are just a burden your friends carry.
Phil doesn't even care.
You hold him back.

"No I don't and he does care!!" I screamed as tears stained my cheeks.

No he doesn't.
No one does.

"WHAT CAN I DO TO MAKE YOU SHUT UP!"

You can try to die. You can hurt yourself. Because that is all you deserve. Pain and suffering. You deserve death.
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I held the blade up to my skin and slit it across. Flinching at the pain I felt I deserved.
I had done 3 cuts before Phil came through my door.
"I'm so sorry" i said to Phil as I let the blade drop to the floor and he ran to the bathroom to get a first aid kit.
After he carefully slipped a bandage around my freshly cut skin we sat down and talked.
"Why did you do it?" He ask curiously as he stared at my wrists.
"I couldn't think of another way to shut the voices up"
"You should have called!" He said standing up and looking down at me.
"I--I didn't want to be a burden" I said barely above a whisper.
He then gave me a tight hug and whispered
"you will never be a burden to me Daniel James Howell"
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