"Get off of him, you bastards!"
Whoever was holding me up let me go, and suddenly I'm on the ground again. The guys scatter as Phil yells and runs toward me.
"Dan, are you alright? Oh, I'm so sorry...."
I'm slumped over as my weak body fails to lift itself up. Phil wraps his arms around me and helps me stand.
"It's gonna be okay, I'm going to get you home," he assures me. All I can do is nod and stare at the ground, putting all my weight on the boy next to me.
We make it to his house and he grabs some medical supplies and ice for me. I lay on the couch and stay still as Phil ices my black eye, brushing some hair from my face.
"Those stupid assholes," he murmurs under his breath. I stare into his beautiful blue eyes as he tends to my wounds. I love his eyes, and his smile, and his genuine care for me. I love everything about him.
Do I love Phil?
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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...
