Dan's POV
They were coming for me.
I was sat watching TV, tapping my leg.
Then I saw it.
Out of the corner of my eye.
A black, oozing liquid pouring down the walls from the ceiling.
It was coming closer, and I ran out the room, closing the door behind me.
Why are you running?
You can't escape.
It's coming.
The liquid appeared under the door, trickling across to my feet, reaching out a hand and grabbing my ankles.
A door slammed behind me and I whipped round to see nothing, the liquid had gone, and tears streamed down my cheeks.
Dan...
Dan...
What's that on your arm?
I looked to see blood seeping down thousands on cuts on my arm, and I yelped out, falling backwards.
Looking again, they'd vanished.
Only scars remained.
What's that bandage for?
Pointless.
Stupid.
Rip it off.
Rip it off!
My fingers grabbed at the white bandage, peeling it off my skin.
I gasped as I came face to face with the incision in my wrist. The stitches that held it together.
I felt sick.
I wanted to throw up.
Weak.
Can't even handle this.
What are you doing?
Cut it open.
Don't just stand there.
Slap yourself
Make it bleed.
Punch the wall.
Scream.
Rip out your stitches.
I became aware of the walls around me moving inwards, and my legs collapsed.
I was terrified.
I wanted it to stop.
But it didn't.
I just sat with my head in my knees, letting the voices overwhelm me, waiting for the walls to crush me.
"Please, stop." I choked out, tasting blood in my mouth.
But I was inferior to my demons.
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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...
