Dan's POV
I'd told him too much.
He shouldn't have found out.
It was all happening so fast.
Each of my secrets.
The secrets that I had sworn never to tell.
One by one, they were tumbling away.
He knew I was broken.
He knew I had been sitting in my room crying.
And now, thanks to one, stupid word.
Now he knew I was depressed.
And that I was taking medication.
Too much.
He knew far too much.
What would he find out next?
Would he find the cuts and bruises littered all over my arms and thighs?
Or would he find something else?
What state would he find me in next?
I'm an idiot.
I shouldn't have let him find out.
I needed a release.
That's why, I quickly dismissed myself from Phil's company, and locked myself in my bathroom.
Just a few.
Just a few.
The blade slashed along my arm.
I made them deep.
One for every secret that gets released into the open.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Blood streamed down my arm and into the sink, and I quickly washed the blade and bandaged my arm.
I hid the blade once again, and went to bed.
I needed to be careful.
He couldn't find out.
I was playing a dangerous game.
One I couldn't lose.
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Bring Me Home // Phan
FanfictionDan is secretly suffering from depression. On the outside he seems bubbly and happy, but on the inside he wishes for it to all be over. When his friend, Phil, unexpectedly invites him to stay at his apartment, Dan struggles to keep up the glass that...
