Scars~ A Phanfic

The cuts

Dan's p.o.v.
I got home after school, avoiding the jocks on the way out of the building, and threw my backpack on the couch. My parents weren't home, so I ran instantly up to my room. I would normally sit down and watch YouTube, or DM Phil, but we still aren't talking. Thinking about that made me realize how much I missed him. I couldn't find any interesting things on YouTube, so I decided to text Phil.

I was pretty scared, but I texted him anyways. After about twenty minutes, I still had no answer, so I went downstairs and grabbed some food. I grabbed a bag of popcorn from the cupboard, and threw it in the microwave. I sat down on the couch and waited for the popcorn to be done. While I was waiting, my mom walked into the house. "bring your backpack upstairs" was all she said before going upstairs. I got up and grabbed the bag, then went to my room, backpack in hand. I checked my phone, still no answer. A little while later, I got up to go to the bathroom, and saw my razor sitting in the shower. I picked it up and dragged it across my forearm, the sensation on blood dripping down my arm. I grabbed some gauze to stop the bleeding, and went back in my room. My phone buzzed, Phil had finally answered me: "hey, how are you?" I didn't want to tell him I had cut again, but I didn't want to lie to him, so I just left the text unanswered.

~the next day~

I was standing next to my locker, tugging at my long sleeves, when I noticed Trevor walking over to me. "hey Danny, whatcha doing?" he asked me. "nothing, just waiting for lunch. And I go by dan" I replied a little snarky. He replied with the same attitude: "I'm just going to keep calling you Danny, if that works for you. I laughed a little bit, then asked, "do you want to walk to lunch together?" "Sure" he replied, already heading towards the cafeteria. We talked for a little bit, but I saw April looking at the two of us out of the corner of my eyes. "so, do you like anyone right now?" he asked me. I had just told him I was gay, and he seemed pretty interested in my love life. "kinda. We used to be good friends, but I messed up and now he won't talk to me." I replied hesitantly. "you're pretty hot too" I replied to break the tension as I grabbed my food.

We walked over to an empty table and started talking. Not anything interesting, just some random banter about how school sucked and being tall was just a complete pain in the ass. Eventually we got back to the subject of the anything, which honestly didn't bother me too much. He said he was him then started guessing who my crush was. He started guessing random people, until i turned around to look back at Phil again. He was sitting at a table with Chris and Pj, as if nothing had changed. "is it him?!" Trevor asked suddenly, taking me aback. I looked at him, a guilty look in my eyes, and he said, "you two would be pretty cute together." after a little more random banter, he asked the question I dreaded answering, "why are you wearing long sleeves? It's like 90° outside." I looked down at the floor, and he pulled up my sleeves to reveal many cuts, most dried and old, but one fresh one from just the night before. He got up and hugged me, saying, "im sorry. I didn't know you cut. Are you ok?" I didn't know why Trevor was suddenly being so kind to me, but it was pretty nice. I hugged him back and told him, "ya, I'm fine. It's not your fault."

Yay, I think were back to a normal publishing schedule.