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Nine

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~1 YEAR LATER~

Dan's POV~

I slowly made my way down the school corridors. It was the first day of school and i missed having Phil with me. As he was a year older than me, he was now off at university while I had another year in this hellhole. I missed kissing Phil before first period, exchanging glances in the middle of third period, meeting for lunch and hiding behind the building so no one could see us. It sent me back into a depression not having him around, as he also seemed to barely contact me. I knew he was busy with uni, but I hadn't expected him to barely call.

After school I got home and checked my phone. As usual, there were no texts or calls from Phil. he hadn't texted in four days, and the last time we talked it had been for five minutes about how Phil wouldn't wait for the party he was going to, and I was helping him pick out what to wear. I was starting to think he'd given up on me. Has he stopped loving me? Has he just given up on me? He's probably found someone better and hasn't even bothered to properly break up with me. I guess I wouldn't deserve an explanation. I was getting overwhelmed with the awful thoughts. I hoped they weren't true, but my mind kept telling me they were. I suddenly broke down crying, something I hadn't done in a while.

I started thinking about how I used to handle things when I felt like this- overtaken with awful thoughts, eating me away. I knew it wasn't good, and I was a year clean, but I couldn't help it. I loved the relief I felt from it, and how much better I felt. So I got up to do something else I hadn't done in a while. I walked into the kitchen, after making certain no one was home, and got a knife, since I had given Phil all my blades. I knew Phil would freak out and hate me if he found out,but I couldn't take it. I missed him, I was getting bullied even more now, and I couldn't help but see everything as my fault. I added at first one, two three, four cuts to the plethora of scars. It hurt, but the physical pain helped drown out the mental pain. The only thought I had was that I deserved it, and that it almost wasn't enough. I was soon thinking of Phil and of all the things we did together. I thought about how Phil probably didn't love me anymore. All the thoughts caused more pain than the cuts.

After sitting on the floor, knees to my chest and tear stained cheeks, thoughts telling me how useless I was and that it was all my fault, I knew what to do. After about ten minutes of contemplation and certainty, I knew for sure what I was going to do. I held out my arm, the cuts no longer bleeding but just stinging. I brought the knife back to my wrist, now positioned vertically with the vain. I pressed, dragging it from my wrist to halfway up my forearm. I started to cry harder than before, using my last words to mutter "I love you, Phil." I watched my eyelids fall and did the knife out of my hand, my arm bleeding onto the ceramic floor.

Phil's POV~

I'd felt bad for seeming to abandon Dan so much. I was so busy with uni and work I barely had time for anything else. I knew Dan had his first day of school today, and I wouldn't be there to accompany him. So, I took the day off work so I would be free after school and could surprise Dan.

I was on my way to his house, a small bouquet of roses and a box of maltesers in the passenger's seat for him. Though it was cliche, I knew he would love it. I got to his house about an hour after he should've gotten home, and took the flowers and chocolates with me to knock on the door. I waited for an answer, but none came. I knew he had to be home, so i rang the doorbell. After still receiving no reply, I took the risky move of trying the door to see if it unlocked. Luckily it was, and I creeped in.

"Dan? Dan, are you here?" I called out. I walked down the hall, and quickly wanted wake up from the nightmare I had to be having. I dropped the roses and chocolates, losing my balanced as I tumbled over to Dan's body, blood oozing from his arm.

"No, no no no, Dan please," I said, frantically grabbing for the cell to call the hospital.

"Yes, hello? My boyfriend h-he tried to kill himself a-and he's here and unconscious and please hurry." They told me to stay on the line and that there would be an ambulance there soon. I looked around and saw a piece of paper laying next to him on the floor. I wasn't going to bother reading it now; I couldn't. So I tucked it in my pocket for when I wasn't a sobbing mess, and my boyfriend wasn't lying unconscious in front of me.

Not too long after, I hear sirens and people coming through the door. I shouted for them to come into the kitchen, my voice cracking as I was crying so much. They laid him on a stretched and tended to him in the ambulance as I held his hand, tears quickly falling down my cheeks, praying my baby would be okay. 

Blah, kind of a shorter chapter, sorry. I'm also trying to communicate more with you guys (whoever may read this)? Idk is that cool? Anyway, have a lovely day <3