The Cat whiskers saved me (Phanfiction)

Ch.1 Not leaving

-DanPOV-

Right now I'm in my lovely room with my best friend Phil. We're getting ready for our big 48 hour sleepover at my house with our friends. Phil came over my house directly after school as usual and is helping me set up. We grab all sorts of unhealthy snacks and other foods and tons of video games. My friends Dominik, Jake, Milla, and Alison. I was so excited. My parents were away for spring break and I had the house all to myself. I knew I had the option this weekend to make my big get away from the world and end it all. But! Of course before I kill anyone or anything, I'm spending my final moments with my friends.

PhilPOV-

I was getting ready for the party and helping Dan like I usually do when I noticed him sit down at his piano in the corner of his room and he starts to play. I immediately know something was wrong. "Daaaaannnn??" I said walking over to him; "hm?" He replied. "What's wronggg??" I said and he responded with a shrug of the shoulders and him saying 'nothing'. "Dan." I say as I sit down next to him, "I know something is wrong. You always play the piano when you're sad"I say. "I play the piano all the time Phill." He said looking unamused as he continued to play the same song over and over. I grab his hand and intertwine our fingers, "Dan...you always play the same song when you're sad and I've been friends with you for like ever. I know something is up." I say and let go of his hand." It's nothing" he says and pulls the bottom of his selves to cover his hands like he always did when he was hiding something or nervous." I immediately knew what was up. "Dan. arm. Now." I say holing my hand out for his arm that he reluctantly gives me. I roll up his selves and see a few new cuts. Not too serious but a lot less than usual. He couldn't have gotten better that fast. I quickly grab his other arm and there's no new cuts on it. "Do you have any more?" I say in a concerned but stern voice. He shakes his head but goes back to pulling on his selves which makes him seem suspicious. "Dan.one again. Shirt off. Now." He took his shirt off and I found the word 'worthless' carved into his stomach. Both of our eyes start to water as he suddenly tells me there's more. He takes his pants off ((an: I'm just having him give Phil a little strip tease XPP)) and reveals the words dead, ugly, fat and stupid carved into his legs numerous times. I sigh and go into the bathroom connected to his room and grab some bandages and Neosporin. I begin to run the Neosporin on all of his cuts. And I bet you're thinking " isn't that awkward? He's like naked!" Nope, this is almost sadly a daily thing and it doesn't bother me anymore. "Dan. I can't loose you." All he does is nod and look down like he's about to burst into tears. I finish bandaging his legs and he puts his pants back on when he looses it. He runs for his piano seat which I usually have the key to because that's where he keeps his razors. I know 'why don't you just take the razors?!' Because, he's strong enough to know they're in the room and not do it. No matter how tempting it is. I see him attempt to open the seat but to no avail. "Dan..." I say as I watch him continue to struggle and break down in anger, frustration, sadness and many other emotions. I was confused as to why he was having a break down. Ever since he started that new medicine he's been fine.....wait a second. "DAN! Did you take your pills?!?!" I stand up and tell at him. He cowards away ands games his head no looking ashamed. I walk over to his desk, get out a marker,sit next to him, put him on my lap and draw a black dot of his nose and whiskers. "Shhh...it's okay kitty Dan...you need to calm Down so we can take your medicine....Shhhh...it's okay Dan, I'm here." I say as he sobs into my chest staining my shirt with tear stains. After almost the longest hour of my life he begins to calm down. "Dan....why did your panic attack last so long?...how long has it been since you've taken your pills?!" I say and he looks up at me slowly, "a....about a month....." He says quietly. I was shocked! "A MONTH?!?! How does your mum not know!!!!! I know she's always on top of you to take those pills!!" I practically screamed. "I...I flush them down the toilet.....m...my mum doesn't know..." I stand up and pick up Dan and carry him bridal style to his kitchen. I take out all of his pill bottles and a pill organizer. "Okay Dan. I know you hate this but you NEED NEED NEED to do this!!!" I say as I hand his five pills. He reluctant takes them and swallows them. "Dan, do you have any more of your anti-depressants?" I ask. I have a list in my mind of all of the medicine he takes and how many he takes of each. He shrugs "I guess not...."he says and that's when I start to get even more worried. I start to out all of his 9 pills in the pill organizer;

•1 Vyvanse

•3 1/2 tablets of Prozac

• 2 Zoloft

•1 1/2 Lithium

• 1 Seroquel Oral

((A majority of these meds I'm on for reasons that I will not discuss. If you don't know what they're for, look it up! :) ))

I put all of his meds into the pill organizer then turn my attention back to him. "Dan. I'm staying with you. I'm not leaving you alone."

DanPOV-

WHAT?! HE HAS TO LEAVE! I won't be able to die if he stays!!! Fuck. "No no No!! It's okay!! Really!". Phil gave me this blank stair look, "Dan. You're suicidal. I'm not leaving you. Now come on we need to get you not looking like a complete mess and a cat! our friends will be here soon.