PHIL'S POV as I said before
It's been half an hour, where is Dan? I looked out the window and saw a scrawny boy by the door. I guess he didn't ditch me after all. But why? Why didn't he ditch me? No one has cared before. I went downstairs to open the door, and I noticed something. His sweater sleeves were up a bit, and I could see light pink marks followed by one bright red one. Is he? No, he can't be. But does he? No, he's not like you, Phil. "Hi, Phil. Sorry I'm late," he looked so tired. "Why don't you rest, Dan? You look really tired, I'm fine if you go ho-" "NO!" Dan snapped, scaring me. "No," he repeated, shaking. "Dan, what's wrong? You can tell me." "It's... It's just my dad." What? What does his dad do? "Dan are you okay?" "No." Dan said softly, before falling on the ground, pulling his knees up to his chest, and started hyperventilating and crying. I've had these before, but they went away. They're panic attacks. (I ACTUALLY GET THOSE THEYRE NOT FUN) "Can *inhale* I *inhale* please go to *inhale* the lavatory *large inhale*" "Yes! Of course. Um, here let me help you up an-" "No I'm fine just *inhale* lavatory"
DAN'S POV
Great, now Phil probably thinks I'm the weirdest person in the world. Why did I ever think I could make a friend? I need the cuts. My razor's in my pocket. Alright here we go.
NARRATION AGAIN
Dan cut seven lines, and the panic attack stopped. But how would he go home? His mum and dad would abuse him more for liking boys. Can he ask Phil? It is Friday, and he can sleep in the clothes he has. He got up quickly, not noticing he ripped back open one of his cuts. The blood seeped through the sweater. He went up to Phil, trying not to be too close, and looked down nervously. "Phil, I know we just met, but can I please stay the night?" "Of course Dan! We can have a slumber party!" Phil said, in a stereotypical teenage girl voice, making Dan laugh. But, Phil looked down at his sweater, seeing the line of blood. "Oh, Dan," Phil shuffled his eyes, "What?" Dan replied, still no noticing. Phil grabbed Dan's hand lightly and carefully pulled down the sleeve of his sweater. "But you're perfect."
OH HOW I HATE WRITING PARTS LIKE THIS BUT OH WELL I LIKE THIS STORY SO FAR
