Phil's POV
I looked at the boy sitting on the bed on the other side of the room. "Maybe he'll want to be my friend" I thought
"Phil nobody wants to be your friend you make everyone depressed and by the looks of that kid. He looks like he's depressed as fuck. And plus you'll just hurt him more you careless fuck" Damon said. He's my stupid schizophrenia voice.
"Shut up Damon you annoying fuck" I mumbled still focusing on my drawing. I looked back up at the kid.
"Hey I'm Phil do you like to draw I have an extra drawing pad you can use and a pencil." I asked the boy. He looked up at me with the saddest eyes I have seen. He looked so hurt and lost and I wanted to help him, I wanted him to know that it would get better but who knows maybe for him it won't.
"I'm Dan and I guess I like to draw." He said swinging his legs on the other side of the bed so he could face me without turning. I handed him the sketch pad and a pencil and that was the last we talked for the night.
But God he was beautiful the way his brown hair swept over his eyes and he would take his left arm and move it over just a little bit but not behind his ear. And his eyes they looked so sad and lost. Before I knew it I was drawing the boy who was back facing the white wall, sitting on his white bed, with the back of his white shirt facing me, but now instead of staring at the wall he was looking down on the pad of white with the yellow pencil in his hand, the only source of color in the room.
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I'm a Little Bit Lost
FanfictionDan Howell is a boy who suffers from Depression and anxiety. Phil Lester is a boy who has severe schizophrenia. Both boys attempting to be treated in a mental hospital. Can they love each other and find the light in for there mental health? Or will...
