[ON HOLD] One Last Chance - Phan

Chapter 2

A/N - So Dan's brother is featured in this but I wanted to let you know I've changed his name. Just in case some of you get angry at me because you think that I think that's what his name is. Ok? Ok.

Trigger warning - Mentions of suicide ( but no actual suicide this time god that makes a change)

Dan's POV

I wake up, gasping for breath.

My duvet is warm and welcoming beneath me.

My hands are clutching the edge of the mattress tightly.

And the black line with the fading centre is still marked on the inside of my left wrist.

The 5th time I've attempted suicide in this life.

The 5th time I've succeeded in this life.

The 5th time I've woken up on my bed.

Same house.

Same clothes.

Same life.

I want to cry.

I want to sink into my bed and cry myself to death.

But no tears come.

My throat is dry and sore.

I must have cried so much before... it.

I struggle to sit up and get my phone out of my jean pocket.

5:47pm.

Mum will be home soon.

"D-Dan?"

Crap.

I forgot my brother would be home by now.

"Dan, open the door!"

I put my phone on my bedside table before swinging my legs over the side of my bed, forcing myself to stand up and unlock and open the door that Kai is weekly knocking on, no matter how much the voice in my head is screaming at me not to.

The door creeks as it opens.

The sight I see breaks my heart.

Kai is kneeling at the foot of my door, his eyes puffy and his cheeks stained red with tears.

He looks up at me and his face lights up.

My second life flashes in front of me as Kai uncannily resembles Hannah the day I died.

Kai springs up onto his feet and wraps his arms around me, burying his face in my chest.

I timidly wrap my arms around him, bending my knees slightly I'm a more appropriate height.

I can feel his tears soaking my top, but I don't care. I would do the same if he attempted suicide.

"You tried to go, didn't you?" Kai questions after a few seconds of silence as he unwraps himself from our hug and I stand up fully, towering over my 11 year old brother.

I look down guiltily at my feet, my shoes still on, which is all the proof he needs.

"What did you do?" his voice is lined with anger, but I don't blame him. When I don't answer, he pushes me out the way and walks into the middle of my room to see the almost empty pill bottle lying on my bed. "Oh my god Dan..." he rushes over and has a look on the outside of the bottle, then on the inside. I can feel myself slowly shrinking, dreading his response. We need to get you to the hospital." He swipes my phone off my table and taps on the emergency button on the lock screen, hurriedly typing in 3 digits and putting the phone to his ear as he walks out my bedroom and down the stairs. "Hello? I need an ambulance, my brother's overdosed..." His voice fades and he gets to the other side of the house and I slam my door shut.