Set Me Free {Dyle}

*{Chapter 6}*

*TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM.*

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(Kyle's POV)
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As soon as I'm done pushing my dinner around on my plate, I head up to my room and pull out my phone.

"Hey Dan, I'll be over in a bit, ok?" I ask, pressing send on the text and almost immediately receiving a reply.

"Sure, just give me 10 minutes." I smile, tonight is the night, the night I tell him that I love him. I wait, getting too anxious after 3 minutes, so I being walking over to his house. Sure, it only takes about 5 minutes but I figure if I walk slow enough to, time will pass slower, but I can't help the fast pace my legs are carrying me at.

As soon as I reach his driveway, I'm beginning to climb into his window with an enormous smile.

"Dan, where are you?" I call out into the dark room, seeing the small flicker of light spilling in from under the bathroom door. I nod before sitting down on his bed to wait for him. The light is only a stripe on the floor, but I hear the sounds of him moving around inside of the room, then come the whimpers. They only last a few seconds at most, but they sound pained and afterwards, there's a sigh, like a weighted breath being carried away.

"Dan, are you alright?" I stand up and walk closer to the door, pressing my ear against it, trying to hear better. I hear another soft noise, but this time, the sigh that follows is more of a strangled cry. "Danny, I'm coming in."

After a minute, I don't receive a response, telling me to go ahead or to stay out, so I begin slowly turning the door knob, checking to see it it's locked. It's not. I then slowly push the door open, only to see him standing, his back turned towards the door with his left arm extended as his right hand holds something to it. I cautiously step forward and gasp as I finally see what he's doing, he's holding a broken razor.

"Dan," I whisper as soon as he turns around to look at me, his hand opening, letting the small, silver blade fall to the floor as he looks to me with blank eyes and he shows absolutely no emotion, not even pain until I step a bit closer. I look down to his extended arm and see the multiple fresh wounds, open and badly bleeding, some of the blood going as far as dripping slowly down the side of his wrist.

'Why would you do this, Dan? You're too beautiful.'

"Dan, please tell me what's going on."
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(Dan's POV)
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I hear my phone go off, seeing the screen light up as I stand with my back to the door. I reply, telling him to come over in 10 minutes, but I know he'll be over way before then.

Time passes, but the rage inside continues. I try so hard to contain it, but I end up failing, gripping the blade in between my finger tips as I push it to my arm.

I feel numb, all of the anger and sadness and even the slightest bit of happiness I had are gone. With this, I bring the blade into the skin on my arm, not caring anymore. Not caring if my anyone finds me, not caring if I cut too deep, especially not caring if I die as I cut a little deeper into my skin, digging out more blood and with that, the endorphins that follow. The chemical rush that comes through the pain, telling me to keep going. So I do, until I hear the door open behind me, expecting it to be my mum, so I just continue digging until I hear his gasp. Kyle.

"Dan!" He whispers as I let the blade fall from my hand, to the ground. "Dan, please, tell me what's going on?"

The panic in his voice is painful to me because I know too well that whatever I say will make me sound insane, but the look in his eyes when I finally turn around and face him tells a different story. As soon as I see this, an instant wave of guilt and painful anger at myself washes over me, then I'm sobbing, unable to hold back the shatter of what little composure I had.