I Mean, We Can Try (phan)

Dan:
"Dan, if you don't come downstairs, I'm coming up," good luck with that, my doors locked. "You have 5 seconds." I hear her start to walk up the steps whilst counting. She'll never get in here in time, anyways. She gets to my door and tries to open it. "Daniel, open the fucking door. Now." No. "Dan open it now." Make me. I hear her feet shuffle, then a loud bang and a crack. My door is cracked. Time's running out. Again and again I hear the bangs, she's trying to bust down my door. Fuck. She kicks the door handle and my door falls in. She doesn't look at me as she talks, she looks at the mess she's made and the mess that's collected in my room for the past two weeks. "Get the fuck downstairs now. If you don't, I swear to God I will beat the shit out of you then drag your ass down there-" I don't move. I can't. I'm there, noose around my neck, standing on a chair, so close to kicking it down. She finally sees me and drops to her knees. "Dan" "

Phil:
I give up, I wish I'd just be able to do it. Death is peaceful, death is welcomed. If it's welcomed, why hasn't it come to me?

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Trigger warning, cutting, depression, suicidal thoughts/actions, abuse, fighting, strong language, violence