The Man Who Can't Be Moved

Dan

*dan's POV*
"Dan! Don't forget to take your medicine..if you don't you're going to end up feeling sick all day!" my dad screamed just loud enough that i could hear through the shower.
my dad was generally a good person. sometimes he can get a bit violent, but only when he's drunk, which doesn't happen often solely for that reason. he's been talking to this woman recently, as my mom walked out on us when i was only 1. it was sad, but i don't have any recollection of her once so ever as i was only 1.
i picked up my shaving razor, stared at it for a good while, debating what i should do. it's been almost two months since i've hurt myself in any way. i haven't been getting better, just gaining some strength, i guess. also, i've met this guy and i think he has the potential to be a really good friend. i really need one of those, i haven't had a best friend for the first 18 years of my life, so i really hope this goes well. his name is phil, and i could go on and on about him, but i won't. it'll make me sound gay.

i shaved my face; decided today was not going to be the day i broke my two month streak. although things have been particularly hard recently, i don't believe it's worth it.
I switched off the shower and reached for my deep red towel. i chose the deep crimson color so that i could hurt myself as many times as i wish, and no one would ever know. i paused my music and disconnected from the bluetooth speaker when i realized; i had gotten a message from my only friend.

message from: Amazingphil
Amazingphil: Hey dan! how are you doing?
*oh no...*
Danisnotonfire: um..okay i guess. what about you?
*you're an idiot. he'll never believe you're okay*
Amazingphil: Wait..what's wrong dan?
*f u c k*
Danisnotonfire: look i have to go, i'll talk to you at school, bye!
*Dan left the chat*
Amazingphil: Okay..