Those Girls (A Dan and Phil Phan fic) *Sequel to That girl*

The first time

*TRIGGER WARNING!!! THIS PART CONTAINS SCENES OF SELF HARM*

Ellen's POV

What the hell was going on over there? All we were expecting was a quiet night in with us being back home again and what we could hear was arguing taken to the extremes. I think it had finally come down to the moment where everything had come spewing out like some kind of errupting volcano. Carlie was screaming at Phil, Phil was crying to Carlie and next thing we know we hear their door slam so hard we were shocked it hadn't came off its hinges, and then people running downstairs. We both decided to get up and see what the whole thing was about, and we just didn't know what to do when we went in. Phil was just lying there on the cold hard floor, weeping a puddle of his own tears.

"Phil? Phil!?  What's happened? Where's Carlie"

"gone."

"What? Where has she gone?"

"With Zoe."

"Why?! Phil! stop give short answers and talk to us!"

"She's gone to see Joe"

I knew exactly what was going on now, and I felt it was time to tell him and Dan what I knew.

"She's told you everything that's happened didn't she?"

"Yes. You know aswell?"

"Yeah, she told me at the weekend. I'm so sorry Phil, I really am. She told me and at first I was in total shock at what she'd done but Phil you have to realise how your actions have made her feel. She couldn't deal with it, and if you treated her the way Joe does you wouldn't be here right now. She did care, but now you have to move on. I want you to still be friends though, and I want to be friends with you but you just need to realise things Phil. Yes Carlie has a child that she claimed was yours but she has to move on with her life and you need to think about yours"

We just left him sat there which was really hard, but he needed time to think things through and change the person he was. In a way I'm relieved it all happened because it meant the lies could end but at the same time I know how down Phil can get...Dan had told me he had been depressed in the passed and turned to alcohol, I just had to pray he wouldn't do anything crazy again.

Dan's POV

I was really hearing this? Carlie did all of this to Phil? I felt she might have not been feeling it with him anymore but a whole secret fling with a friend of ours was something else. That whole thing was shocking enough to hear but to then find out she's pregnant was just a little too much to take in! I can understand when someone makes a one off mistake, like Ellen, or even leaves the relationship but to have done it a few times, to lie to someone and to make them think you love them when you don't is cruel. I really liked Carlie as a friend too, she was so happy and down to earth but I don't know if I'll be able to look at her the same way. I don't know if I want to be friends anymore after the state she's put my only best friend in but if Ellen wants to be that's totally up to her and I won't stop her bringing her around. Same for Joe, He's Zoes brother and my mate but he is also a culprit in this whole thing and it might take me a while to feel okay with him. For now my main concern is Phil, I feel like a close eye needs to be kept on him because of his past. I told Ellen that in the past Phil had drank because of depression, and that wasn't the whole truth. Yes he drank, but he also mixed pills with it. He tried to take his own life.

Phil's POV

Emptiness. That was all I felt. The different comments and remarks that came from the people I held nearest and dearest to me circling in my head like a merry-go-round.

"Evaluate your life"

"You need to change your ways"

"You smother people Phil"

It was like someone had took their hand, reached into my chest and pulled out what was left of my heart because now I had no one to love, accept my family obviously. I had felt this feeling before, and only Dan and I know exaxtly what happened that day a few years back. I swore I wouldn't try anything again, I wouldn't hurt myself or attempt anything anymore...But sometimes promises have to be broken. What I'd tried the first time was out of the question, we had medicine and no strong alcohol, I had no cigarettes to burn myself so I had to use the thing that was my only option. I went into the bathroom cabinet and pulled out the brand new pack of razor blades. I took one of the razor heads in my hand and began to remove the blades, nicking my fingers and causing them to bleed. I held the four slim blades in the palm of my hand for a minute, preparing myself for what I was about to try. I went into my bedroom where pictures of me and Carlie adorned the walls, I took one of the blades between my thumb and finger, pressed it against the inside of my wrist and after one swift movement the blood began to bead on the cut. I took the blade back for yet another cut, each one releasing blood, but also releasing my deamons. I just sat there staring at my wrist for a while, looking at its intriguing colour. After a few minutes I mopped the blood away with a face flannel, the cuts weren't deep, but they were enough to make me forget. Maybe in a few days everything will be forgotten and gone, my memories, my worries...and my life.

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I obviously dont know if this is an acurate portrayal of self harm as Im not one and Im sorry to anyone who may self harm if this was a little distressing and I did try to tone it down to what came into.my mind. There will be other sections containing self harm and in those sections I will mark with a warning at the beginning :) hope its interesting for you all!

Carlie x