I close the switchblade and hide it in my drawer, throwing on a sweatshirt to cover up the cuts. Now that my mind has been relieved temporarily, I'm left with nothing. I feel empty, as if someone had scooped out my insides. So I just lay on my bed for hours, contemplating the universe and my puny existence in it.
Then I hear my dad and his friends start to get rowdy. They must be drinking, by the sound of it. I roll over and try to sleep, but the men outside my door are so loud. At one point I must have drifted off because I'm suddenly being awoken to the sound of bottles crashing and drunken laughter. Sighing, I rub my face and sit up, wondering why these stupid men are so damn loud.
Then I hear my doorknob twisting and I freeze.
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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...
