Dan's POV
A hand on my shoulder brought me back to my senses, and I looked up to see Phil kneeling before me.
"Ph-phil..." I spoke, stumbling on my words. "Help me, please they won't stop."
His face of concern turn to one of anger, and his eyebrows furrowed as he shuffled away from me.
"You're lying, Howell. You're a filthy, stinking liar. You don't hear voices. You just want attention."
I was too shocked to speak, my mouth just hung open, lost for words as Phil continued with anger in his eyes.
"I don't care about you. I wish I never asked you to live with me. It was a mistake
You were a mistake. Everything about you is messed up."
"I thought... y-you loved me..." I whispered, staring up at his unforgiving eyes.
"You're funny. As if I'd want anything to do with you. I kissed you cause I felt sorry for you. 'Cause no one cares enough about to see how much of a dumbass you are. I hate you."
"B-but..." I faltered.
"You know what would be good? If you just went and killed yourself. And do it properly this time. Make sure I don't have to hear another sound from your ugly mouth."
My lip trembled.
My mind was in shreds.
No.
He...
I...
This can't be happening.
And that's when Phil melted before me, pooling into a puddle of thick black goop, which quickly moved towards me, enveloping my ankles as I screamed.
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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...
