Phil's POV
I yelled, knocking on the door, slamming my fists and rattling the handle.
I could hear each cut he made.
Each sound was like a bullet to my heart.
Quick, crisp slices.
Metal on skin.
Like tearing paper.
Only messier.
He didn't even gasp when a new cut was made.
I didn't mean for this.
He'd done so well, I couldn't bear it if he slipped back down again.
Was it really him at this stage? Or had someone else taken over?
I needed to get to him.
Then I remembered the spare key.
I stumbled around searching, before finding it in a drawer somewhere.
When I finally got the door open, I grabbed the blade out of his hands, to his protests.
I pulled him towards the sink, shoving his arm under the water, kissing his forehead.
His arm was covered in cuts again.
Because of me.
"Dan you were clean." I told him, surprised at how much my voice shook with emotion. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again if it means you get hurt."
Dan didn't say anything, just writhed beneath me, shaking and crying.
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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...
