After Phil helps me get home, I find my dad in the living room with some of his friends while smoking a cigarette. Unfortunately, he spots me and calls me over to him.
"What happened to you? Did some kid beat you up again? Eh, pathetic. You need to toughen up and fight back," he sneers. His friends agree with him loudly, chiming in with their own tips.
All I can do is try to slip away secretly as they get caught up in their stories of the fights they had when they were kids. Once I make it to my room, I finally let myself cry a little. I'm so tired of dealing with my dad and the kids at school and my confusing feelings that I've been having toward Phil.
I need a release. I want to be free of the inner pain for a moment. That's when I remember the switchblade in my 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...
