A Crazy Thing Called Love (Phan/KickTheStickz)

Chapter 2

::Dan's POV::

I woke up in my comftorble, but lonely bed. I looked at the clock, which sat on my bedside table, 12:17pm. I quickly slipped on my space llama shirt and some random pajama bottoms, which I only wear, when I am not in bed. I walked out of my room, to be greeted with Phil in the kitchen, making some pancakes and singing along to My Chemical Romance-Na Na Na. I chuckled to myself, this was one of my favourite ways to wake up.

"Oh, hey Dan!" Phil spoke to me, noticing my presence.

"Hey, Phil" I replied, walking over  to him, my voice tired.

I noticed his eyes were bloodshot, and he had tear marks on his cheeks.

"Phil."

"Hm?" He hummed, not taking his tear filled eyes off of the pancakes, sitting on a pre-heated pan

"Why have you been crying?" I asked carefully. His head shot up and looked straight towards the wall in front of him.

::Phil's POV::

I had seen Dan's scars. Yes, they were fairly old, but looked like they have been done this month. After I saw them, I ran into the bathroom and cried. And cried. And cried.

Reality came back.

"Uh..." I hesitantly replied, avoiding Dan's eyes, which were trying to search mine for an answer.

He walked over to me and hugged me. I hugged back. He was trying to comfort me because I had been crying, but I was trying to comfort him, why did he need to cut?

"Why, Dan?" I spoke into his shoulder.

"Why, what, Phil?" He released the hug and looked at me, confused.

"W-why?!" I screamed, tears now flowing out of my, now not so blue, eyes. I fell to the floor and pulled my legs up to my chest, my head fell to my lap, still violently sobbing.

Dan sat down next to me and just, hugged me again, no words.

"Dan.. why...?" I croaked.

"I can't answer you if you don't tell me what you're talking about" He joked.

My hand found his wrist and I pulled it up, in clear view of both of us. I counted the slashes.

"One, two.." I began

"Phil.." He protested.

"Three, four, five..." I continued.

He began silently crying.

"Six, seven, eight." I finished as I reached over his legs to grab his other arm.

"Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen-"

"Phil, I get it, please, stop." He whimpered, I just carried on.

"Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen." I finished.

"I-I'm sorry." Dan cried into his hands, I didn't reply. I lifted up his shirt, up and over his head, he seemed taken back by this. I checked his stomach and upper arms for more cuts, there were none. I put his shirt back on for him. He was now limp, he didn't feel like fighting against me.

"Take off your trousers." I said, remembering that he might of cut his thighs as well. He looked at me in shock.

"Your thighs..." He sighed as I said this.

"Phil, I didn't-"

"Dan. Do it or I will for you." I interrupted him.

He stood up and pulled his trousers down a little.