what. who.
oh dan, why?
i must have fallen asleep on him. i'm lying completely on him.
it's dark outside.
i get on my elbows and then i get up. i sit beside dan. oh he looks so peaceful. but his face is splotchy, and his face is tinged with despair and pain.
i gently tap on his arm. his forearm. elbow. my hand trails up his sleeve and i feel a line of something rough.
i look down and see scars.
oh god. there are so many of them. how many blades did he slide across his skin?
i feel my eyes tearing up again and i slide his sleeve even further up his arm. even more slits are lined across his skin. everywhere.
my hand flies to my mouth as my chest heaves again.
i open my eyes.
there's a slight breeze on my arm, and i look over.
my sleeve is pulled up.
oh fuck. oh fucking fuck.
i look up and see phil with his hand on his mouth and his chest rising rapidly.
"dan?"
"yes?" i say quietly. fuck.
"why?"
i sigh.
"there was nothing else i could control."
// i'M STILL ALIVE DONT WORRY //
