Heartbroken.

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Dan's POV

I talk to PJ for a long time. He encourages me, and actually makes me smile a bit. I tell him how I am feeling, and everything that had happened.

I finally had my answer.

I am in love with Phil, and I need to tell him.

I call his mobile.

No answer.

I call again.

No answer.

He must still be mad at me. I run from the apartment, all the way home.

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I'm back home, and I couldn't be more nervous. I slowly open the door to our flat.

"Phil? Where are you we need to talk!"

He must be sleeping. I check in his room.

"Phil?"

He isn't here. Did he leave? I turn around, and see Phil's bathroom light on.
"Phil? I'm really sorry, I just want to talk!"

No answer.

So, I open the door.

I was not ready to see what was in front of me.

Phil was laying on the middle of the floor, in a pool of his own blood.

"...N-no... P-Phil?" I croaked. "What the f-fuck?"

His arms, are covered in cuts. There is a bloody razor on the floor. He did this... to himself? I pull him close to me, and check for a pulse.

"Please, Phil please, stay with me, I can't lose you, please." I sob.

I feel a slight pulse.

I rip my phone out of my pocket and dial 999. "A-ambulance please. Its my b-boyfriend. He has deep cuts and his arms, he is unconscious and losing blood fast."

I answer all the lady's questions, and pray they arrive soon.

"W-why Phil?" I sob, brushing hair out of his face. I look at his arms.

"Why would you do this to yourself?"

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"It's my fault isn't it?"

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