I leave the bathroom to find Phil standing there worriedly.
"Are you okay? I thought I heard someone retching in there."
I grimace and mutter, "Everything's fine. You must be hearing things."
He eyes me suspiciously before we return to our usual activities. Not too long later, I realize I should probably head home before it gets too dark so that I won't wake up late for school tomorrow.
"Thanks for everything, Phil," I say as I give him a hug and exit through the door.
"Bye, Danny! See you tomorrow."
I walk back to my dads apartment to find him passed out cold on the couch. Sighing, I head to my room and get ready for bed, collapsing on my bed and embracing sleep.
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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...