I run to my mum's room and open her dresser, voices in my head beginning to scream at me relentlessly. I grab the gun she always keeps there and load it. I can't think straight. Nothing seems to matter any more.
I go upstairs to my room and pull out the razor I always keep in my backpack. I could easily use the switchblade for this but I wanted it to hurt. I want to feel alive for the last few moments that I have.
I kneel on the floor and scribble out a message to Phil. I can't do it any more. I can't live like this, and I hope he understands that.
The voices inside start shrieking horrible things as I begin tear apart my wrists with the razor. Blood seeps from my skin, which stinging in pain.
I can finally end it all and be free.
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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...
