His car smells of smoke and coffee, two things I hate. Neither of us say anything as he drives off to his apartment.
"Your things are in the back of the car, by the way. I didn't forget to grab them this time."
I only nod in response. My dad makes me feel incredibly uncomfortable and I never know what he wants from me. I always seem to disappoint him.
We pull up to his apartment and I grab my stuff from the back, lugging my bag into the building. The only plus side about staying with my dad is that I'm closer to Phil's house.
My dad lets me into his apartment and I hurry to my room, locking myself in immediately. He thinks it's weird that Phil and I are friends since he's seventeen and I'm fifteen, but it's only a two year age gap.
I begin to unpack my things and come across my switch blade. I stare at it darkly, thinking of everything I wished I could do with I, but then tuck it away into my nightstand's drawer.
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Help Me Live || Phan
FanfictionThis is the prequel to Let Me Die. Dan Howell is sad. But its more than that. He's not just sad, he's depressed. His friend Phil wants to help him, but how can you help someone who doesn't want to be helped? TW: cutting, depression, suicide, bulimia...
