Be The Dan To My Phil

Chapter 7

* THIS CHAPTER TRIGGERING*
Phils pov
I hate this so frickin much. I can't handle life. I run home as fast as I possibly could. Even though my feet still hurt like hell. I run in the door. " phil what is wrong hun" my mum asks. " NOTHING " I screech as I run in my room and slam the door. I lock it and sit on my bed and sob. I don't know what's happening to me. Iv felt this before. When my sister died. Sorrow and helplessness. Tomarrow is Sunday. Thank god I can just stay home. I'm never talking to dan again.
Dans pov
I can't like phil back and now that I'm sure that I love him I have to protect him. Iv thought up a plan. I'm gonna ignore him and not talk to him. If I have to pretend to hate him to keep him Safe that's what I will do. Sure it will kill me inside but it will keep my lion safe. I texted him one last time.
Dan: don't talk to me anymore.
Phil: ok
I began to sob. I never wanted to hurt him but I have to. He must stay safe.
Phils pov
He never wants me to talk to him agian. I knew it would happen. I went to my closet and grabbed out a box I have never open.I knew exactly what was inside. I sat on my bed and carefully opened it. It was my sisters box. I found it.
I took everything out of the box. Two razor, three bottles of pills, a picture of our family, her IPod, a vile of blood she took herself it was only half full , a pencil sharpener, a lighter, and last but not least her suiside note. Iv been clean for about 5 years. I picked up the razor and stared at it.
I took the razor and drug it across my arm multiple times after that I begin to laugh I deserve this ,I love when the red water comes out in a river. I clean up and sit on the bed. I take the lighter and flick it on. I let it heat up the metal. The flame went out and I took off my pants and held the burning metal to my skin. I felt my skin boil and burn beneath the lighter. I lay there in my boxers and shirt with my sliced up arms and burned leg and my broken heart.
Dans pov
I may get bullied. And my parent weren't there for me. And I am adopted but I can't help but think phil may be a little more broken than me. A little less strong. I slip every once in a while but when I do it's only one or two cuts. Not a lot. I grabbed my mom's razor for shaving and made one cut. I put it away and cleaned up. I lay on my bed and think. This is for the best.
Phils pov
I sat back up. I wasn't done with myself. Razor down, lighter down a few more things to go. I stared at the picture of our family. She was crossed out. I crossed myself out. Then I took the pencil sharpener and smashed it. I left it on the flood because that's all I wanted to do was smash it like my heart was smashed. I took the vile of blood and opened it I hit my arm and the cuts began to bleed again and I filled the rest of the vile. I put things I was done with back in the box. The broken sharpener, the razors,the lighter,and the picture. I put the ear phones in and turned on her favorite song devil I'm the mirror by bvb. I took her suiside note and wrote my own on the back
If you are reading this I'm sorry but I am already dead. I died loving Daniel James howell. He was my everything. I wish he wasn't bullied , beat up, and depressed. I hope one day he will open up to someone and talk. I'm sorry danny I love you. But I couldn't handle you not loving me back. Also I want to see my sister. So bye
Love, phil
I opened the pill bottle and grabbed a bottle of water. I took every single one. And quickly texted dan before the pills kicked in.
Phil: I'm sorry I wasn't enough. Goodbye........forever.
I hit send and began to feel dizzy. I heard my phone ring it was dans ring tone. Everything went black.

A/n I cryed while writing this.