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Part Eight: The Pain

Phil violently slashed the blade from his wrists all the way up his arms. That wasn't enough for him. He cut his thighs and his stomach, all until he was out of room. It felt so good to Phil, it didn't even hurt. He watched the blood drip off his body, drop by drop. He knew it was selfish, stupid, and pointless but it felt so good. At least until the pain hit. The pain overtook him all at once. His heart felt as if it were being stabbed repeatedly. His chest shaking with hard uncontrollable sobs. His whole body stinging from the cuts. It was all too much. He collapsed on the floor of Dan's room, grabbing one of the younger boy's shirts, and cuddling it to his chest. Phil was put at ease by Dan's scent. A temporary peace for his shattered heart. He fell asleep slowly, holding on to all that he had left of the love of his life.