(Trigger warning if you are
easily triggered)
~Phil's POV~
After Dan had to leave I began to overthink. Why would Dan want to be friends with someone like me? I'm stupid. I've never had friends so what makes me think he'd want to be my friend? Of all people?
I need to stop thinking like this. I need release. I walk into my bathroom and lock the door. I grab my hidden blade from under the sink.
I begin with just
One
Two
Three
Four...
I have to cut deeper I need to feel.
Five.
Six...
I lose count, my vision goes blurry and I'm bleeding into the sink, trying not to stain the porcelain white tub and sink.
I hurry and grab a towel and wrap it around my arm, running to my room I grab my phone and call Dan.
I need him more than he knows.
Dan answers with a sleepy voice, "hello, Phil, why're you calling it's three in the morning, are you okay?"
I stutter out, "n-no.. I-I-I'm not o-okay. P-p-p-please hurry o-over H-here I-i Need you."
I run to the bathroom to wash off the cuts, my vision is still blurry and I hope to God Dan can run fast.
(Heh, Dan running)
I hear him open my bedroom window, "in here.." I whisper loudly.
He comes to the bathroom door and when he sees me, he gives me a look of sympathy and quickly helps me wash off and bandage it all up.
He notices that i feel uncomfortable with him being able to see the bandages and the blood appearing through them, he gently takes off his hoodie and gives it to me to wear to comfort me.
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Loner
FanfictionPhil Lester is a junior in high school, he doesn't have very many friends and he's always been a loner.. Until a sophomore with the name of Dan Howell moves next door to Phil...
