Trapped//Phan

Chapter One

This story has been discontinued I am very sorry.

First fan fiction so obviously this is gonna be trash. Disclaimer:
Self harm
Suicide mentions
Swearing
Panic/anxiety attacks
Typos and grammer mistakes (editing)
If there is anything else . And well...  I don't if I write panic or anxiety attacks. I just based it off of what I've gone through. So if this is inaccurate. I apologize.
This chapter has been edited.
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Try.
I dare you Daniel
Try.

"I prefer Dan." He whispered. At this point Dan was shaking uncontrollably. He slowly turned his head toward his clock.

21:41 (11:41 pm)

He inhaled, but couldn't all the way. He started breathing faster.

Breathing,

But he didn't feel like he was. His breaths became short and rapid. His cheat started to burn and rise rapidly and fall with every breath he took. It felt like pans that just got off the grill, pressing against his chest. Or pouring freshly brewed coffee all over, it burns. Making him want to scream, but he didn't.

Stupid.
What the hell ias wrong with you?
You can't even ask for help.
Idiot.
You want to die?
Count your blessings.
There are worse out there.

"Shut up." Dan muttered.

Ugly.
Fat.
You don't deserve anything.
You don't even deserve to die.
You deserve worse.
You deserve to die while you live.

"Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up..." Dan repeated continuously and quietly.

Razors.
Blood.
Pills.
Dan.
Come on.
Dan.
Don't you want to see yourself bleed?

Dan shook his head, but he gave up. He knew he wasn't going to win. "Fine." He tried to get off the bed.  Nothing.

He looked at his legs, and he tried to move them again. But he couldn't they were stuck. Dan panicked. Dan noticed that he wasn't breathing anymore and inhaled quickly. His breaths quickened and the voices seemed to be shouting words that you should only hear in stories.

"N-" Dan was cut off. His mouth hung open as he tried to inhale. He couldn't. No air was coming in his lungs. Wow.

This is it.
I'm going to die.
I can't breathe.
I should've asked for help
I wish I wasn't so stubborn.
Dan closed his eyes for this part. He was ready for this.
Goodb-

Dan inhaled and continued breathing rapidly. It was a complex feeling between joy that he was alive, but also sadness because he didn't die. Because of that, Dan is now forced to survive through.... Well this.

Dan put his focused back on his leg. (Catching himself not breathing every so often) Why?

"I need to move my leg. I-I n-need to." Deep inhale. "I-I'll die." Dan starts to stutter as his breathing becomes shorter. He then thought about what he said. "M-maybe death i-is a good t-thing." Dan stopped breathing.

Again.

And he couldn't tell for how long. All he knew is when he caught himself not breathing he felt light headed (again) and dizzy (again).

Dan checked the time.

12:00

These normally lasts for an hour or two.

It's going to be a long night Danny-boy.

And then tears slipped.

He knew, it was going to be a miracle if he made it through this.