Dan's POV
"Lets go swimming!" Phil strolled into the room with a leaflet in his hand, displaying the promises that water had to offer.
He saw my skeptical face, and added, "It helps anxiety! It's therapeutic."
"No." I said, placing down the boo I was reading and starting to stand up from the sofa.
"What? Why not?" concern was etched into Phil's voice, and it pained me to lie to him.
So I said nothing, and walked out of the room, avoiding his eyes.
I didn't want to go outside.
I didn't want to see people and have to pretend I was okay.
I was feeling better, but overall just - numb.
No emotions.
Besides, I couldn't go swimming! That would mean exposing every single wound I inflicted on myself - every scar and bruise and cut. Years of them.
And fresh ones.
It was weird.
I barely remembered breaking.
Like a hazy dream.
As if it wasn't me.
I was just an onlooker.
But even still, red lines littered my forearms and thighs, long and deep.
I wouldn't be able to blame the dog.
Walking into my room, I heard Phil's footsteps behind me.
I tried to close the door, but he grabbed my arm.
Yelping, I flinched away and my other hand went to rub where he had pressed into fresh cuts.
Shit.
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