Take Me Away

Why?

Phils pov

The next morning, I wake up feeling eyes on me. I look about my room. Dan sits in the corner on the floor. When he sees I'm awake, he only says one word, but it shakes my world. "Why?" I'm silent for a good minute before I answer. "Hate," I say. "Hate from everyone saying I'm ugly, immature, that I should kill myself." My voice is getting louder. "That's why! I can't understand why people would ever want someone off their planet, out of their world! I cut because I deserve it, Dan! You try living knowing that you are ugly, worthless!"

I pull the sheets over my head. Dan doesn't say anything. I can't believe I just yelled at him.

"I'm sorry, Dan," I mutter.

I hear him stand and walk over. I feel him sit next to me on the bed. He pulls the sheets away from my face. I sit up, hanging my legs off the bed next to him. He grabs the arm with gauze on it. I look up into his brown eyes, startled. "Phil," He says quietly.

"Yes?"

He hesitates, the lets go with on hand to pick up one of the blades from the floor. He rolls up his sleeve, and i see faint, silvery lines crossing his skin, just barely noticeable.
No. He can't be like that. He wasn't supposed to be like that! He can't be like me!
I look back at him, my heart beating erratically. He takes a breath, and then:

"Phil... If you... If you want to cut," He begins. "Look me in the eye and... and cut me as many times as you would to yourself."

I can't believe what he's saying. I feel my eyes welling up. "I can't hurt you like that!" I choke out. Dan waits expectantly. But for what?

Oh.

He means that it's hurting him just as much as it hurts me when I do this.

Oh.

And suddenly, I understand everything.