It's been a few hours and I decide it's time to see Phil since my dad is drinking again and I don't want to be around the house when he gets aggressive.
Slowly, I open my door and slip out, only to be spotted by my drunken father who is swaying back and forth down the hall.
"Hey, you little shit," he slurs, stumbling toward me. "Why've you been hiding for so long, huh?" He slaps my cheek and gives me a hard kick before losing his balance and falling to the floor.
I take the opportunity to get out of there and run to the door, throwing it open and dashing out. I don't stop running until I'm half way down the street and stop to catch my breath.
Slowly, I make my way to Phil's house and knock on the door, my anxiety picking up a bit for some reason. The door opens and I'm greeted with a grin.
"Dan!"
Phil gives me a warm embrace and pulls me inside.
"It's so good to see you," he says happily. I give a small smile and nod. I love being with Phil. He's makes me feel like I'm worth something.
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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...
