Game Over // Danvid

Chapter 5

~David~

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The light shone through my green curtains, waking me up as it glistened into my eyes. Sighing, I threw my arm over my eyes, along with a knock on my door. I muffled a quiet response and heard the door squeak open slowly.

"You awake, David?" Daniel inquired softly. I nodded lazily, followed by a long wheeze. I heard Daniel chuckle a little, and stated "Well, there's food downstairs. Come get it when you want."

Daniel gradually closed the door and walked away. I pushed myself up from my bed and rolled out. Chucking on a pair of sweats and a shirt, I trudged sleepily downstairs. Smelling a faint whiff of bacon, I followed the scent into the kitchen. Walking through the archway, I saw Daniel sitting at the dining room, eating with a smile. He looked up at me, his face lighting up at the sight of me.

"Come sit!" He exclaimed excitedly through mouthfuls. I sat lightly and ate slowly, often looking over at Daniel. After eating, I stood up slowly, walking upstairs.

I drowsily lumbered to my room; a sudden waft of emotions overtook my mind. Sadness, regret, anger. Many were negative, and I didn't understand why this sudden cannon ball of sensitiveness hit me like a target. I plumped myself onto my bed, and held my head in the palms of my hands. The corners of my eyes stung with the salty water developing within my tear ducts; I whimpered. Hands, shaking profusely. Breathing, short and sharp. It was obvious. An unexplained panic attack. It didn't make sense. Nothing started this, nothing boosted this.

Knowing I should tell Daniel, I kept as quiet as possible, not wanting to be a burden. Instead, I thought of something else. Something that I shouldn't do, but I couldn't think of anything else.

I threw open my beside drawer, rummaging within it. I scummaged, eventually finding the thing I needed. A sharpener. I began to disassemble it, needing a specific part. Once in pieces, I picked up the razor blade apart of the sharpener. Hovering it over my opposite arm, I gently placed it onto my wrist. The cold metal pressed against my skin, the urge to cut filled my head. I followed through.

I forced the blade into my skin, a sharp inhale followed, like what you do when you hit a bruise on something. I released the blade, the deep red liquid oozing out from the self-made incision. Despite the sheer pain I was going through, I continued. The slashes marked my skin, the blood drooled down my arm. It was warm, unpleasantly warm.

I gasped shakily, dropping the blade. My eyes widened in fear as I raced towards the bathroom, throwing open the first aid box and taking out bandages. I cleaned up the wounds and wrapped the bandage around fairly tightly. Rubbing my forehead slowly, I felt faint from the extreme loss of blood. Stumbling back to my room, arms out to guide myself, I saw everything darken in shades, until I saw nothing but black. I didn't know where I was going, I couldn't see. I could feel myself blink but nothing but darkness surrounded my vision. Tears developed, rushing down my cheeks as I called out continuously for Daniel. I shouted as loud as I possibly could before I collapsed in a heap.

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Lights shone into my eyes, I groaned as I attempted to shield the rays gleaming at me. An excited, and shocked, gasp was heard from the side of me. Turning my head slowly, Daniel sat there, holding my hand with tear stains drawn out on his face. His signature smile slowly crept onto his face the longer I looked at him. His breathing was shaky, like he had been crying for days. I opened my mouth, wanting to say something but too tired and confused to.

"We've been here for 12 hours." Daniel said, just above a whisper. A hefty sigh escaped my mouth, looking away from Daniel, along with a small whisper, "W-Why am I here?"

Daniel gasped, surprised I forgot. He cleared his throat, obviously hesitant. "Y-You..." He started, but stopped, and pointed to my left arm. I glanced over, seeing a white, worn out bandage. My eyes widened, flashbacks filled my mind. The blood racing down my arm, the blade cutting deep into my skin, the blackout after collapsing to the floor. It all made sense now.

I shot up from the hospital bed, but the slight headache turned into a painful migraine. I winced, squinting my eyes. Daniel pushed me slightly, laying me back down on the bed, whispering "Lay back down. Keep it easy."

I obeyed hesitantly, slowly setting myself back down on the mattress. I looked around the hospital room I was in. I was under a white, thin duvet, with a soft mattress underneath me. The metal bars holding the bed were also white, but with the paint peeling off in certain areas. To my left, a big blue screen separated myself and another patient, and in front of that was a heart and blood monitor. To my right, was Daniel, sitting on a grey stool. On the wall was a window, with light blue curtains. Not closed yet, despite it being night. On the wall opposite me, was a few health posters and a wall clock, displaying 9:15pm.

Stuck in thought, I didn't realise a woman come in and talk with Daniel, until he left. I snapped back into reality, and stared at her, until she spoke.

"Ahh, David. How are you feeling?" She questioned joyously. I shrugged, "Okay I guess."

She smiled, along with a small giggle. "Oh! Is that your boyfriend out there by the way?"

I jumped, stuttering "N-No! H-He's just a roommate." She giggled again, simply saying 'okay' then leaving. A second after, Daniel walked back in, sitting himself back down, but not placing his hand back on mine. We stayed silent, an awkward silence, until Daniel piped up.

"David," he paused, "I've been meaning to tell you something." I nodded, signalling him to continue. He sighed, before continuing.

"I know we've only known each other for a couple of days, but within those days, I felt like I've grown closer to you. I'm not sure if it's feelings of friendship or love, but I know there's something more than friendship between us, and I want to give it a try."