We walk out of the school and down the street, heading toward the small drug store. Phil grabs my arm and pulls me along, but I flinch and yank my arm away. He turns back and looks at me, confused.
"What's wrong?" he asks with concern.
I can't tell him about the cuts. I can't tell him.
"I-I just... I wanna go slow, that's all," I reply hastily.
That lie sucked. Knowing Phil, he'll see right through it, then I'm in for trouble.
"Dan," he says with a warning in his tone. "Tell me the truth. What's going on?"
My heartbeat pounds in my ears as I think of something to say, but I'm too scared to do anything so I just stand there awkwardly.
"Show me your arm."
Shit.
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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...
