I woke up and rolled over to look at the time on my phone.
9:50am.
Dragging my legs, I hauled myself out of bed and walked over to the bathroom.
My hands opened the cupboard, revealing my stack of blades.
Shiny.
Sharp.
No.
I grabbed my medication box and closed the cupboard, walking across my room to sit down on my bed.
The white box sat in my hand, and I stared down at it.
Don't take it.
You don't need it.
It's just trying to make you fuzzy. Like you're not real.
Makes you feel happy about stupid, pointless things.
I turned the box over in my hands.
And if you're trying to get rid of me with them?
Forget it.
I'm not going anywhere.
The box found its way out of my hands and sprawled across my bed.
Quickly, I got dressed and emerged from my room, seeing Phil sat at the dining room table.
He looked up and greeted me, "Hey, Dan. Have you taken your medication?"
I nodded silently, slipping past him to sit on the sofa.
"Do you want any breakfast?" He asked.
No.
"No."
Suddenly, he was sat next to me, looking into my eyes, searching.
"Can I see your arms, Dan?"
I hesitated.
He reached out to take one of my hands in his and I slapped him.
Oh god, I slapped Phil.
My hand had met with his cheek.
I was on my feet now.
He silently moved his hand to his face.
As if trying to process what just happened.
No.
No.
Leave.
He doesn't want you anymore.
So I left.
And I ran.
I ran until my legs stumbled, making me fall onto the concrete below me.
My head hit the ground, and everything went black.
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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...
