Broken and Fixed.

Chapter 1.

*2009*

Dan's POV
I cut into myself with every word.
YOU
Slash.
ARE
Another.
A
More.
FREAK!!

At this last word I cut deeper and deeper. My scars crisscrossing over each other so you can't count them anymore. I lean against the hollow wall. I keep cutting. Deeper and deeper. A waterfall of red cascades down my arm. I try my leg now. The pain, it drives me on. With every cut, I enjoy it more and soon my leg is a waterfall of red too.

Why do they hate me? What have I done wrong? Just because I live on the Internet. Is that why?

The sharp blade I've been clenching so tightly, falls out of my hand. I sigh, and turn over into the feotal position clutching my arms. I need to get out of this habit. My laptop pings and I glance up. I have a moment of joy as AmazingPhil has uploaded another video. He's my absolute favourite YouTuber who may or may not be obsessed with lions. He's the one bringing me through this. Not that he knows of course.

I watch the video, laughing at his antics, wishing I could be there with him. I then realise, I'm the first to watch it. Euphoria fills me, because if I comment he'll probably answer. I go to the comments and without thinking type:

Hi Phil.
I'm Dan and I'm having a hard time and can't cope anymore. Please help. Can we chat privately somewhere?

I post it and realise what I've done. Phil will never talk to me now. I switch my laptop off and crawl into bed, thinking about the boy who likes lions...

Phil's POV
I upload the video, finally happy with my editing skills. While its uploading, I go help my mum with the pots (A/N if any one doesn't know what this means it is basically washing the dishes x), as I've been procrastinating all day.

"So you've joined the land of the living now Philly?" my mum asks, ruffling my hair.
"God mum, don't touch the hair," I say, my Northern accent showing, as I correct my hair.

She laughs and I help her wash up. I blow bubbles at her, ensuing in an all out water fight, with us both and the floor getting soaked through.
I go upstairs to get out of my wet clothes. As I dry myself, my laptop pings signalling that someone has commented on my new video. I sling my black skinny jeans on with a novelty cat top (who doesn't like cats, or lions for that matter?) and open my laptop. The comment is from a kid called Dan Howell, and it says:

Hi Phil.
I'm Dan and I'm having a hard time and can't cope anymore. Please help. Can we chat privately somewhere?

I gasp. This Dan guy must be really desperate. No-one posts something on the Internet about this sort of thing if they aren't desperate. I quickly type back:

Hi Dan.
Yes of course we can talk privately. Here's my Facebook.
www.facebook.com/philliplester/htm
Add me

I comment this and go watch Charlieissocoollike just because I'm bored. (A/N I have no idea when Charlie started YouTube so I though I'd just add him in x.) He had less subscribers than me, but he's really funny and should have way more subscribers than he has. I'm sure he'll get more soon.

As I'm watching him, I keep thinking of Dan and what's happening in his life. I turn off my laptop but can't sleep as Dan is on my mind. I eventually drift off with my mind running wild...