I gingerly pull out the knife and switch it open, staring intently at the silver blade. I bring it to my scarred wrist and press down harshly, sliding it across my skin and wincing at the pain. But the relief is so addicting. So I do it again. And again. Finally, I pull the knife away and stare at the blood beginning to bead on the thin lines I've created.
It's beautiful in a way. I sit there for a while and just stare as the blood dries and turns dark, leaving marks of pain on my wrist.
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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...
