Bring Me Home // Phan

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Dan's POV

I needed a release.

My head hurt so much.

My mind was so loud.

Phil and I hadn't talked about anything.

He had just bandaged me up and sent me to bed.

It had been a week.

And all we'd been doing was avoiding it.

I slammed my hand against the wall, swearing under my breath.

I shouldn't even be here.

I hit him.

He's avoiding you.
He doesn't even want you here.

I needed to cut.

Yep.

Fuck, I needed it so much.

I opened the cupboard door.

There were no blades.

"Where are they!" I muttered.

You can't ask Phil - he'll stop you.

I needed to cut.

Do it then, coward.

Desperately scanning the house for something, anything, I ran into the kitchen.

I grabbed a knife from a drawer and took no time to plunge it into my wrist, crying out as pain seared through me.

Good.

Tears stung my eyes as I went for another.

My hands were shaking violently, the image before me becoming a blur.

Blood trickled down my arm and hit the floor.

So much blood.

Splash.
Splash.

I was sobbing.

It wasn't enough.

It would never be enough.

Then Phil ran into the room, grabbing the knife out of my hand and stopping me as I flailed around, screaming.

"NO!"
"NO!"
"PHIL!"

I cried out, desperately thrashing out, struggling towards my weapon.

"GIVE IT BACK!" I screamed.

He stayed calm, his eyes sad as he held my hands firmly in his.

"PHIL! PLEASE!"
"LET ME GO!"

Suddenly, I was engulfed in a hug, and I tried to resist, to free myself from his grip, before I felt myself let go, falling limply into his arms.

I was still crying, my shrieks echoing around the house.

"Dan, you don't need this," Phil whispered into my hair, hushing me.

"You're okay.

I'm here.

Talk to me."

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A/N: Heh if you think this was dramatic...

I nearly published part 55 instead of this one - yikes. Don't want to spoil anything too soon 👀