Dan's POV
Stupid.
I paced around my bedroom, wringing my hands in themselves.
I shouldn't have left so suddenly.
Now he thinks you hate him.
Now he thinks I don't love him.
Do you?
Don't I?
It was all so confusing, and I couldn't make sense of it.
My life was already a mess, and now I'd gone and fucked it up even more.
Idiot.
My mind went to the blades in the cupboard.
I rolled up my sleeve, staring down at the cuts on my arm - starting to fade. I couldn't ruin it.
But it looked so... wrong.
Wow - you're so far gone you don't even need me to encourage you.
You're creating the messes yourself.
So fucking weak.
I found myself sat on the lid of the toilet with my blade in my hand, staring down at my wrist.
Well go on then.
I brought the cold metal to my skin, allowing it to touch the hairs on my forearm.
I need this.
You do.
I suddenly dragged back the blade sharply, cutting into my skin. My breath hitched, and I watched as blood pooled at the surface of the wound.
I need more.
Go on then.
Slowly this time, savouring the pain that shot across my arm. I deserved this.
Everything around me became a haze.
All that mattered was me and my blade.
A match made in heaven.
12 cuts.
Yes!
32 cuts.
More!
56.
Wait, no! What have I done! Phil can't see this!
When will you get it into your thick skull - Phil doesn't care.
He does!
I know he does!
Not anymore.
You showed him you don't love him.
The voice was right.
57.
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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...
