"Phil... I'm depressed"
"Oh my god, me too! I get so down in the dumps sometimes it's ju-"
"No. Phil. I have depression"
"Oh."
~
triggers:
-self harm (cutting)
-depression + depressing thoughts
-suicidal though...
okay before this chapter starts, i just want to thank you all so much for the phenomenal support ive had on this fic. this is only the beginning, and already ive had tons of lovely, inspiring comments from everybody ^-^ i really appreciate everything said and just thanks for reading, i guess xx ive never, ever had this kind of reaction to anything ive made before and it's just such a nice feeling that you guys enjoy what im making. i sincerely apologise if im slow at updating and i know i will be because, believe it or not, im an extremely busy person. but i will try to update as quickly as i can :) i actually, properly enjoy writing this fic and that's all thanks to you amazing people encouraging me to keep writing so thank you x this is also the first fic that I've properly 100% planned out and im really happy about that because its definitely making the quality of my work better xx finally, i am currently working on alot of other phanfics that nobody really knows about because im planning to write them all, in full, before i post any of the chapters; so, look forward to that! Xx
also i started making these outline drawing things because i was really bored.
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i know it's absolutely terrible but i did it in a rush in like 5 minutes because i had to do my drama exam today so yeah...
I was going to do one relevant to the story and maybe change this cover? I don't know... Maybe.
Anyway, sorry for this really long a/n! On with the chapter:
I sit, trembling. My back is pushed against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall and I can feel the blood trickling down my wrists.
I tried to restrain myself, I really did. I've been three days clean and I was doing fine. Phil was making me happy. He replied whenever I needed someone; even if he didn't truly know the reason.
But he didn't this time... He didn't reply. I was stupid, really, I assumed the worst.
I look down at the light glow of the iPhone 4 I saved up for years to get, to see a message.
