Best Friends (phanfic)

The Darkness

It was his primary and sole friend. It would never ever lie to him. It would never ever in a million years even dream of rejecting his constant, selfish neediness and it would never ever tell him that he was overreacting when he knew he was. It would caress his pale, malnourished skin with it's light, soft touch and sing him lullabies and tell him that everything was going to be okay. It would tell him stories and give him long, warm hugs and breathe tranquil words of comfort to him, it's voice smooth and fresh like paper.

It told him that he was a worthless piece of scum, and that he was the only friend that he would ever have. It told him that he was a disgusting, pathetic excuse for a human being and that no one cared about him, and that no one loved him, especially Phil, when in fact everyone loved him very dearly. Especially Phil.

He was a fat, ugly, piece of crap that couldn't even go a second without breaking down in rivers of tears. He was weak and pathetic, and he needed to punish himself.

His trembling hand inched slowly towards a fresh, pale silver blade. He moved it around carefully in the flickering, yellow light that the bathroom half-heartedly provided, as if admiring it's beauty.

"That's right..." his friend soothingly reassured him. "We don't want any of that fat, disgusting excuse of a body showing..."

He brought it's glimmering metallic edge to his sickeningly thin wrist, it's blade an old friend that he was soon to be reacquainted with. He pressed hard with his blade, swiftly moving it from the right side of his wrist to the left. And again. And again. And again. A small pool of his blood had formed on the surface of the pristine white sink, tarnishing it's cleanliness and purity.

He glanced towards his right wrist. Tiny beads of blood gathered quickly to form deep crimson drips that trickled down his wrist as he made even more vicious ribons all the way up his forearms.

"Keep going." it urged him softly, stroking his hair soothingly.

He couldn't refuse. He wanted to do this to himself. He needed to. He mustn't see more any of that sickening pale skin.

Euphoria overwhelmed him. For a few blissful seconds, he was happy. Then it all came tumbling down on to his horrible wide shoulders like a waterfall. But sometimes waterfalls aren't tranquil and majestic. Sometimes they snatch people's lives away cruelly, unexpectedly, hatefully, as they swallow them up in rushing water, engulfing them in a substance that they previously needed in order to stay alive.

Dan Howell received a sharp stinging pain his wrists. Now all that he could see was red, dripping dismally down his arms in to the sink again. It tickled.

Dan awoke at 11:34 to it cuddled up to him, caressing his newly improved forearms.

"I'm proud of you, Dan. I'm glad you've finally done something good for yourself, rather than letting all of that disgusting food pass your lips like the overweight pig you are. You don't deserve to eat, Dan." it spoke, it's soothing words thick like honey.

"We're g-going o-out?" Dan stuttered confusedly, with it guiding him gently towards the door with a soft grip on his hand.

"Let's drink, Dan. It'll numb your pain..." it persuaded him.

"Okay."

It led him out of the bar carefully, supporting Dan's small frame with it's slender, skeletal fingers and covering his freezing existence with it's wispy, black cloak. It steered him slowly to the main road.

"Do it!" It hissed, the soothing tone to it's voice suddenly replaced with a forceful, anger-infused one.

"B-but I-I don't w-want to d-die...What about Ph-Phil?" the curly haired boy stuttered fearfully, terrified at it's sudden change in tone. "What's y-your n-name? Who a-are you?"

"I am the darkness." it whispered malevolentley. It placed it's brittle, bony hands onto Dan's slender back and pushed him. Hard.

CRASH!!
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Plot twist!! This is what really happened or at least what happened in young Daniel's messed up mind.