help me //phan

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((A/N Omg, i'm so sorry.))

Dan's POV

I started to put the pieces together in my head. I got mad at him, and he was right, i was wrong. I got mad at him for no reason at all. And now, god knows where he is. At this point he could have left school property. Shit. i pulled out my phone and clicked on the phone emoticon. I clicked on favorites and chose "Philly" and pushed the phone to my ear. No answer. Again, this time it answered but all i could hear was crying on the other line; for about 10 seconds then he hung up. I texted him, but with no reply. Where was he? What was he doing?

Oh No.

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Phil's POV

He hated me. He didn't love me. He hated me. And he has literally every right to. Hell, i hate me too. That's why this thing i'm doing is justified. He doesn't care, that text was just out of pity. He felt bad for me. This is okay, it's not like he is going to care. This is fine. It's fine, i'm fine.

I slowly and carefully slice my wrists, but it's okay. I deserved it. Dan wouldn't care. He doesn't care. He doesn't care about the big, droplets of blood sliding off my fingers. He doesn't care that i'm done. I'm done with everything. I tried, i tried for him. Now i don't have anything to try for. Another dark red ribbon appeared on my pale, white as snow skin. All those times he said he loved me? Lies. all, lies. Another slice. Slowly my skin was just covered, every way, every where. And that's good, good for me. I should just do it now. Just end it now. Just end my existence. Right? Yeah. no question. But how? I should hang myself. I rummaged through the trash outside my house, where i kept a long sturdy rope... just in case. I slowly, tied a noose, tears streaming down my fragile snowflakey skin. Just as i tightened it around my neck, i heard a scream.

"PHIL! NO PLEASE PHIL! I LOVE YOU PHIL!" he shouted, with pain in his voice. No, no. i tightened it, and hung it up on the ceiling.

Then i knocked my chair over.