razor blades // phan

t h r e e

Ok I'm sorry this is really really short but I don't think I'm gonna carry on bc I'm shit at writing and no ones reading it anyway.

Dans P.O.V

He left. Now I'm alone. I can hear them now. The voices.

You're just a stupid fag who can't do anything right. You couldn't even kill yourself properly. Next time try harder you fucking piece of shit.

No. Phil likes me. He said he wanted to be my friend. That means he likes me.

He was lying to you. Who would like you? You're just a fucking gay idiot. 

NO. He said. But did he mean it?

Of course he didn't. Know get back to doing what you do best. Slashing your wrists open and hoping that you have done it deep enough to actually kill yourself.

I saw a picture frame on the bedside table, it had a picture of the nurse looking after me in it. I smashed it. I took the sharpest piece of glass and started. It stung so much but the pain was good. Blood. My blood. Everywhere.

Do it deeper.

I'm trying.

Deeper.

Ok.

Third person P.O.V

Dan was just lying there. The colour slowly draining from his body. Blood everywhere. His tears mixed with his blood as he lay there, not attempting to call for help. Anyone could tell that this was what he wanted. He wanted to die. So why didn't he?

A nurse came in to give Dan his dinner and screamed when she saw what had happened. She called for the doctor and they ran in immediately.

Dan was attached to a life support machine and everything was silent. You could just hear hear the steady beeping of the heart rate monitor.

He was going to die.