TRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF SUICIDE
Dan's P.O.V
The voices have actually managed to shut up recently, which is a change - but I still can't help but feel like they're still there. I slept in my own bed tonight, Phil in his. I needed him, but I also needed some alone time so I could think about things that I've been pushing out of my mind for weeks. I know Phil is worried about me, but that doesn't change the fact that I can barely think every time I try and do something - like watch TV or scroll through Tumblr.
Allowing myself to finally get up, I stretch my arms out and yawn. It's 11AM, which for me is pretty normal, so I shouldn't be too worried. I don't bother to get changed out of my pajamas because it's not like I'm ever going to go anywhere, am I?
When I arrive in the kitchen, I see that Phil is making toast. The look on his face seems quite negative, though. "Philly?" I say in a questioning voice, yet still quite caring. I step up to him and spoon him from behind, burying my face softly in his shoulder. "What's wrong?"
His breathing suddenly becomes faster and shakier - his body moving in a way that shows to me he's crying... Phil...
"Martyn... He's homophobic. I didn't even know. He didn't want to be known as the boy who's famous brother is gay... He hanged himself last night. Mum said I'm never allowed there again." After that, Phil's sobs became louder and more emotionally draining.
He turns around, hugging me face to face. I let him rest his head on my shoulder, letting my hand brush through his hair softly, attempting to be some sort of comfort.
This is all my fault...
Sorry for the short chapter. I just felt the need to update. I don't know why.
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