a/n: I was making a danisnotonfire marathon then I watched psycho thoughts and hey, look what I just write
trigger warning
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"It's your fault!" Phil yells for the third time and grabs my collar.
"Stay away from me," I say.
He opens his eyes more and looks at me, a tear streams down his face.
"I'm sorry, I was just- we were arguing and, I'm sorry. I was just angry," he whispers and hugs me.
"Don't worry, you didn't hurt me," I smile.
"But I could've"
"But you didn't, I know you'll never hurt me," I smile again.
"He's not the right guy for you!"
Time skips
A bottle against the wall, glasses everywhere. I look at my hand and I notice that it's full of blood.
"Oh my god," he says and covers his mouth.
"Why did you.."
"I-I'm sorry- I, I.." Phil mutters.
"It's okay, Phil," I whisper.
"I'll help you," he says and approaches, he takes my arm and guides me till the bathroom, he finds some things so he can fix that mess and he starts to disinfect it.
"I'm so sorry," he breaks the silence.
"I already said it's okay," I blurt.
"It's not," Phil smiles.
"It is"
"I love you," he whispers and kisses my forehead. "So much"
My hand is okay, he takes it and now we're on the bed still hand in hand, it's beautiful. It's like when we were young.
"He could totally kill you!"
Time skips
I hear some steps and I notice that Phil's home so I smile. He arrives in our room and he doesn't even notice me.
"Hey," I say.
"Oh- Dan," he turns around and looks at me. "Why are you home?"
"I told you I would not work in these conditions, my head hurt and I feel a shit," I say.
"Oh, are you still not feeling well?" he asks and caresses my forehead. "You're not hot. I mean, you are, but you haven't fever," he giggles.
I smile and I drag him in my chest, he smiles too.
"I'm sorry," he whispers.
"For what?"
"Nothing"
"He's not the right guy for you!"
"He could totally kill you!"
"Dan?" he asks.
"Sorry I was just- thinking, that's all," I smile.
"Okay"
Time skips
"I don't know why am I doing this," he says, the knife who was on the table is now in his hand and he approaches it to his arm.
"Phil, stop it," I say. His blood is on the floor.
"Phil," I say again. He doesn't stop.
"Phil!" I yell. He looks at me. He's not Phil anymore, he has some weird eyes, he's not Phil. He's not my Phil.
"What's wrong? Do you want to come with me?" he asks and the knife is on my throat, I can smell the blood.
"Phil please," I whisper.
"Are you scared, darling? Don't be," he smiles and kisses my forehead.
Black
I understand that it was only a dream and I wake up. I put a hand on my heart and it's beating too fast it hurts.
"Dan?" a sleepy voice asks. I don't say anything, I just continue to cry. "Dan," he says again and he turns around, then he hugs me.
"Phil," I whisper.
"Why are you crying? Nightmare?" he asks gently and kisses my forehead. "I'm here"
"I know but- Phil are you going to kill me?"
"What are you talking about?" he giggles.
"I-"
"Dan how could I hurt you? I love you," Phil smiles and wipes me some tears.
"Sorry," I giggle. "It was just that dream, again"
"I know," he whispers. "I know, but don't worry. I'm here"
"How could you stab me Phil? I hate you," I smile.
"Mmh," he whispers and hugs me.
"I'm sorry I woke you up, I'll try to sleep again"
"Don't worry. We have a show tomorrow, remember?"
"Yeah"
"I love you," he kisses me and closes his eyes.
