I cringe, backing up in fear. Flashbacks of my parents screaming at me flood through my brain. Screaming means pain. Pain for me.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to yell, please, I'm sorry," Phil says desperately, reaching out to touch my shoulder. I pull away and whip around, running in the direction of my house.
I can still hear him shouting after me as I race down the block. He hates me. He must. How can he not? I've never kept someone close for as long as I have Phil but now that's all over, and it's all because of me.
I reach my house and open the door, slamming it once inside. I can't see my mum so she's either asleep or out with friends.
Perfect.
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Help Me Live || Phan
FanficThis 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...
