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Chapter Nine: A Bloody Shard of Glass

TRIGGER WARNING: If you are sensitive to the topic about death or cutting, pleeaasseeeee do not read this part of the fanfiction. Xoxo

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Your POV

Phil knocks on the door. "May I come in?" he says. His voice sounded very quiet, very unlike him. "Yes," Dan says. Phil walks into the room and we both get up from laying down. "Um...Dan." he says quietly. "Yes?" Dan says, concerned.

Dan's POV

"Yes?" I say. I'm starting to feel worried about Phil. He's talking in a rather quiet and sad tone. "Your mum just gave me a call. She couldn't handle telling you herself.." Phil says, pausing for a while. A moment of silent fills the room for a bit until Phil finally speaks. "Adrian died, Dan. He got hit by a car." Phil said, starting to tear up. No. Not my little brother. Not him. He was too young to die. How? No, this isn't true. Phil has to be pulling my leg right now. A lump of worry starts forming in my throat. My heart plummets. Water overflows through my eyes. I bury my face into my hands. "No, no no, not Adrian please! No! Not him! Not my baby brother" I cry into my hands. Y/N goes next to me and starts rubbing my back. I take my hands off my face and look at her. She's crying too. "I'm---I'm so sorry, Dan." she says, her voice quavering. Adrian was too young to die.
I get up from the bed and storm out into the kitchen. I break the nearest glass bottle I could find and take one of the shards. Phil and Y/N run up to me. I start putting the glass closer and closer to my skin. "DAN, PLEASE, NO!" Y/N screams. I ignore her words, and let's the glass pierce my skin. Y/N yanks my hand and throws the shard of, now bloody, glass onto the ground. "You're better than that, Daniel! You can't just cut yourself like that! I know how hard it is to lose one of your loved ones. I know the pain of thinking that the only way to stop the sadness is to hurt yourself, but please don't cut yourself! There are so many other solutions, believe me" Y/N says, sobbing harder than ever. Phil has been crying silently the whole time. "Dan, please don't cut yourself. I don't want to lose another one of my best friends again. Please," Phil says, his voice shaking. His eyes were bloodshot from crying. I look at my wrist. Blood was protruding from my wrist. "Ouch! Dammit" I groan. The pain was unbearable. "Here," Y/N said. She handed me a towel that was from the kitchen, and put it on my bloody wrist. "Promise me you won't do that ever again, you muffin. You hear me?" she said sternly. I nodded.