TW: Self Harm
I searched and searched for a sharp object but nothing was found. So I had to improvise.
I dug my nails deeply into my arm. Deep enough to bleed. I pressed my back against the wall of the washroom and slid down.
Why am I so upset about this? It's not like he felt the same since the beginning. Hell, you just met him too.
I made a few more scratches and cried. Fuck, Dan. Why are you so sensitive!? I sobbed and punched the tile floor. It injured my knuckles, but do I fucking care?
He's not a big deal, you're just being a pussy.
I laid on the floor for, maybe, a few minutes. It felt like a few years. My phone then started ringing but I didn't bother to answer it so I let it go to voicemail.
I muted my phone went to bed. I hopped face first into the bed and inhaled the scent of the hotel. This is useless.
After awhile, I eventually fell asleep, which was something I desperately needed.
Hours later
I woke up to my phone vibrating like crazy. I took a glance and saw they were from Chris and Phil. Mainly Chris. Do they really care?
Phil: Dan? Where are you
Chris: We're really worried you better come home.
Chris: Please, Dan
Chris: Answer me
Chris: where are you?
Chris: Dan?
Phil: Dan
Phil: Did I do something wrong?
Phil: Dan please come back
Phil: why did you leave?
Missed Calls (17) from Phil
Missed Calls (25) from Chris
I sighed and unlocked my phone to answer them.
Sorry, I felt like going somewhere and ended up staying at a hotel.
Sorry for not telling you guys.
I'll be over immediately.
Again. Sorry.
Sat up and waited for a little.
Don't know what I was waiting for.
But I waited.
I got bored of waiting so I got up and walked out to check out of the hotel. I rolled up my sleeve and checked the scratches on my arm.
I decided to take an uber back home. As I was entering the car I was greeted by a strong smell of alcohol. Is he really drinking on the job? Especially when he's driving?
"Hello." The driver greeted. He even sounded drunk. "Hi." Then my phone buzzed.
Phil: Thank god
Phil: you scared me.
Then nothing else. I chose to not reply so I silently sat in the backseat of a car that reeked of beer, praying to god that I don't die like this. Heh. How ironic.
After a long ride home, I paid the driver,"Have a nice day." I said half-heartedly. The man just grunted. I practically jumped the fuck out of the car and bolted inside the house.
"Dan?" Someone called. I glanced to the direction of where the voice came from,"yes?" Chris then appeared. "Oh thank god! You scared me!" I just laughed "sorry."
Phil came around the corner,"Dan you're back! Are you alright?" I hesitated. Then I nodded. I really, really didn't want to be near him so I walked to my room, and locked the door.
"Ugh! Why do I have to have these feelings? Why Phil? Why?" I said to myself. "I just wanted to be loved and as soon as someone I thought was good for me, turned out to be dating someone! God dammit Dan, why?!" I threw a pillow at my wall.
I stood still, then decided to get tea.
Once I opened the door, there stood Phil with his eyes wide.
Was he there this whole time?
•A/N: Hi Kay here; I kinda hope no one was hurt by the small self harm scene! But please comment, vote, or do nothing that's fine! BYEEE
