Everything's Changing

5 - Dan

5 - Dan

I heard Phil calling my name from the lounge, but decided not to respond. I just kept making deep slashes in my left forearm until there was no more room left. I felt the stinging as my silent tears fell into the wounds. I heard Phil’s feet pounding down the hall, towards the bathroom, then away. He didn’t even think I was in here. I took the old cloth I had stashed behind the stack of towels and pressed it on top of my arm. When I was certain they weren’t going to bleed any more, I pulled my sleeve down and walked out of the bathroom, after making sure my eyes looked fine.

“Dan oh my god Dan I was so worried,” Phil said, coming up behind me and hugging me.

“I’m fine,” I said. The biggest lie, that I said so often.

“Let’s just go sit on the couch and play some Mario,” he said, taking my hand and walking me to the lounge and sitting me on the couch. I grabbed a Wii remote off the coffee table and felt the sting as the cloth from my jacket rubbed against the cuts on my arm. I breathed in through my teeth sharply, but leaned back on the couch anyway. I couldn’t let Phil know I had just harmed. He put the disc in and turned the tv on. He put his Wii remote on the couch, then went and turned the heat up.

“Bit chilly in here, huh?” he said as he sat back down on the couch, starting the game.

“Yeah,” I said, and started playing along with him.

A couple hours of playing, we thought it might be a good idea to take a break. That and the Wii just reminded us to. We put our remotes on the couch and went and got some food. I got a bowl of crisps to share, and he got the large bag of Maltesers that were hidden in the back of the cupboard. I looked down at the bowl of crisps to take one, and noticed the large splotch on my left jacket sleeve. It was a black jacket, but I noticed it. My cuts must’ve reopened. And they were bleeding, a lot.

“Phil,” I said worriedly, putting the bowl of crisps down on the counter. “Phil come here.”

“What’s wrong?” he said with his cute, innocent voice.

I rolled up my sleeve and showed him. I didn’t see much, except that two of the cuts must’ve been deeper than I thought. I tried to stop the bleeding with a towel, but it wouldn’t stop. Phil called 999 and the ambulance came and got me. I was rushed to the hospital within five minutes.

A/N: This chapter was kind of short, sorry. The next will be longer, I promise.