Scars~ A Phanfic

Discovery

Dans POV

Hungry, I wandered to the kitchen. I decided to make a sandwich. I gathered the materials and started making it. My thoughts began to drift, and suddenly I felt as if I were thrown into a pit. I was unhappy, and worthless. Some tiny part of my brain whispered to me, 'you know what always makes you feel better? Cutting up your arm' as confusing as that may seem, it works. The cold sensation of metal cutting flesh gives me release, as if every bad thought I've ever had exits my brain through the openings in my skin. 'Why not anyway? No one would care. It's not like you're actually worth anything' my brain whispered. I looked down at the knife I was using to spread mayonnaise on my sandwich. "No" I told myself, but I knew it was no use. No point. The battle inside had already won. I could use this knife as a shield, in a sense. It could protect me from feeling down. I gingerly position the knife over my arm. I cut in. A fresh wave of pain overwhelms me. I embrace it. I repeat my actions, tuning out the rest of the world. 'He doesn't care about you. Who could ever like a person like you?' My brain whispered, egging me on. I rest the blade on my arm, about to sink it into my skin. Suddenly I feel someone grab my arm. Startled, I drop the knife onto the counter top. I whip around only to be face to face with Phil Lester. The one that hates me. Why is he in my house? This must be some sort of illusion. For what seems like hours, we just stare at each other. "Umm... hi" Phil says blushing a little. I have so many questions. But I just stare. He can't be real. He's not. It's a trick. It must be. My brain is playing tricks on me. If I just ignore him he'll disappear. So I turn back to the counter, reaching for the knife. "Oh no you don't!" Phil yells picking me up and slinging me over his shoulder. "Let me go!" I say. He lies me on the couch. "Where is your medical supplies?" He asks me. I sigh, and knowing I'm not going to win, tell him what he needs to know. As he's bandaging my wounds, I feel myself drifting off to sleep "thank you..." i manage to mutter before I pass out, with Phil still beside me.

(Aye! Two chapters in one day! Hopefully we will update soon. It's harder with summer break and all that. Expect the next chapter soon! Baiii~ Aly)