Gay Dads [Adopted By Phan} (Complete!)

Bleeding Wrists

TRIGGER WARNING Σ（・□・；) イロ日ぉゔぇう (I love u)
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Seven's POV
Two weeks.
It's been two weeks and we have not heard from or seen Phil. He's made two new videos, just random videos explaining random stuff he's done.
And God, he is good at hiding his feelings.
Dan hasn't uploaded anything new, just occasionally tweeting and posting crap.
I've done nothing.
I haven't gone to school, on barely have I texted my friends. I've been sleeping with Phil's blanket and pillows because it's the only thing he really left behind. And Lion. He left behind Lion.
I cuddle Lion to my chest and look out the rain-sprayed window. It's misty and grey outside, as if the weather can read emotions.
There's been nothing to distract me from missing Phil, and forcing myself to get through everyday with a breaking Dan.
He is breaking.
If he walks out of his room, he'll come to wherever I am, and simply pull me to his chest as if I'm the only thing that loves him.
In a way, it's a good feeling, because at least I'm there for my Dad.
Dan and I mostly just sit in silence, (AND NØW I JUST SIT IN SILENCE), doing nothing but thinking.
It seems as though Dan drew my life, and then Phil colored it in. And together they put it up on the wall.
I bite my lip and slide off my bed. Walking over to my shelf, I dig out a small silver object and twist it around in my hand, my fingers brushing against the sharp side.
I haven't done this since I was ten.
I walk over to my bed and press it against my wrist, and inch below my hand. Biting my lip I dig it into my skin and slowly drag it to the side. A thin red line appears on my skin moments later, blood taking its time to come out.
More blood pools around the cut. I stare at it for a while before my room door opens. I look up at see Dan standing at the door, looking at me, one hand still on the doorknob.
"Seven.."
My breath hitches and I run over to him. He grabs my arm and looks at my wrist, his eyes dull at the blood. "Come on, let's clean it up." he mumurs and gently walks me to the bathroom. I run my wrist under the tap and rub it slightly so the drying blood comes off. Dan gets out a small bandage and wraps it around my wrist twice. We walk into the lounge, and Dan traps me in a hug.
"Please don't do that." he whispers. I start to shake and cry. Dan's crying too, and for I don't know how long, we both just stand there in the middle of the lounge, holding onto each other tightly.
"I want Phil," I choke out, and Dan's grip on me tightens.
"I know."