DANS POV:
All I heard was screaming and crashing, that's it. All I saw was pitch black darkness, nothing else. Then, a light flickered on next to me. I blinked and looked around, and that's when I saw it. A broken stool, needles and knives placed perfectly in order according to size. I slowly, hesitantly walked over to it. All of a sudden, a voice was heard.
"Grab the knife," it said.
"What?" I questioned. "Who are you?"
"Why, I'm you. But you can't see me, for I am in your mind," the voice chuckled.
"Now grab it."
"No, why should I? What am I going to do with it? What's it's use to me?"
The voice laughed a loud, booming laugh.
"You'll know when you take it."
So I did. I picked up the knife, and immediately, thousands of voices screamed at me.
"Do it!" one screamed.
"Just end it, you don't deserve to live," another chuckled.
"You're so worthless and pathetic," this voice was different. I knew this voice from somewhere. It was...me.
Soon, I was in the ground, sobbing while holding the knife in my hands as voices screamed words at me. They screamed words, phrases, names.
"Stop," I sobbed quietly. "Stop, please."
I begged for what seemed like hours, maybe even days until I got tired of the voices. So I did it.
I lifted the knife above my wrist and bit my lip as I lowered the knife to connect with my skin. As the knife touched my skin, I moved it down harshly, slicing open the skin and allowing blood to pour out of the cut.
That's when I woke up.
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I know, pretty short, but I wrote this in the middle of health class.
Also sorry I haven't updated this in probably a year.
Hope you like it.
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(Mostly Angst) Phanfictions
FanfictionSome phanfictions I wrote, obviously about Phan (Dan and Phil). Some are fluff, but most are angst, as that's all I am good at writing for some reason. ALSO I DO NOT OWN DAN AND PHIL i wish.
