Just a high school crush // Phan

this was the 21st chapter so imma call this twenty øne piløts

Phil sat in his best friend's house while curled up with his knees to his chest. The tears have already dried out so he was just sitting there wondering, 'why did he leave?" and 'why didn't I kiss back?'

Mrs. Howell came into the room and asked if Phil was ok. He shook his head no and Mrs. Howell insisted on comforting him, but Phil honestly didn't want anyone near him, let alone comfort him.

A little later, after Mrs. Howell stopped pestering Phil, Phil remembered that in the bathroom there was a razor lying in one of the drawers. He tried to quietly walk there, but he sounded like  an angry herd of elephants dancing.

Still, he kept on walking towards his destination. Phil got there without catching Mrs. Howell's attention.

Phil had a whole canvas to paint. With his razor blade and no one to stop him, he was going to paint a crimson painting.

TW: do I even have to say? I mean its pretty obvious. but then again I don't wanna write it so the self-harm is implied. (pls don't mutilate your body, das bad, real bad)

He rolled up his sleeve to reveal a clean slate, ready for slicing and carving. Phil popped the blade out of the razor and began his majestic work of art.

In the end, (it doesnt eVEN MATTER) blood was puddling on the floor and new tears dried on his face. Phil cleaned it up and his wrist in a few minutes.

A/N: IM SORRY