I heard that you've been

Self-medicating in the quiet of your room

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And if you need a friend

I'll help you stitch up your wounds

I heard that you've been

Having some trouble finding your place in the world

I know how much that hurts

But if you need a friend

Then please just say the word

You've come this far

You're all cleaned up

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Hold on tight

This ride is a wild one

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Now don't lose your fight, kid

It only takes a little push to pull on through

Trigger warning: Self-harm

1st Person

I sat in my room, staring out the window, holding a razor, with some music playing lightly in the background. I just thought about the living hell that was my life. I only had a few things to live for: music and my best friend, Phil Lester. I had known Phil since we were twelve. We've been best friends ever since then. But in the six years we'd known everything about each other, he never knew I cut. I slowly dragged the blade across my skin, and beads of cherry red started rising to the surface of my skin and spreading slowly. As the cuts got closer to my elbow, I put the razor deeper into my arm.

"Hey, Y/N, your mom said-" I looked up to see Phil standing there with wide eyes.

"Phil..." I said quietly. I was speechless. What was I supposed to say? The tears starting welling up in my eyes. I couldn't stand it. My best friend had just found out something no one else knew. No one. We stayed silent for a few moments. He closed the door behind him.

"Why?" he finally asked.

"Because no one loves me!" I cried, tugging at my hair. He sat beside me and pulled me to his chest.

"I love you!" he exclaimed. My eyes widened, hoping he hadn't meant it the way I thought. Phil was like a big brother to me. I could never date him "I mean, as a friend! Sorry!"

"It's fine. But I mean... my parents or anyone at school. You're all I have."

"Y/N, just know I'll always be there. Even if I move to a different country, if you need anything, I will literally fly all the way over here just to make you happy and make sure you're ok. I'm here to help you and I always will."

Sitting in his living room, I also remembered the time he moved from Rawtenstall to Manchester. That wasn't as bad because it was only about a half-hour away. But when he moved to London, I was a wreck. He still talked to me everyday, but I just wanted to see him in person.

I sat in the same place as the last time I had cut about five years ago. Ever since Phil had found out I had stopped. But he was gone. I had no one. I had just gotten off the phone with him and that made me realize how much I needed him right by my side. I just had to. He was almost four hours away. And I was busy. I couldn't visit him. I had a life so I couldn't go over there. One line of blood made its way to my arm. I miss you so much. Two. I wish I could see you again. Three. I need you. Four. I can't do this. I promised you. I dropped the razor. I need to move to London. I need to be with you. I packed my things and went to London.

Here we are, so many years later. Still best friends. And I'm still alive and kicking. "I'm so proud of you, Y/N. You've come so far in the past ten years. You never gave up. You faced your inner demons."

"I couldn't have done it without you, Phil. You helped me when I needed someone the most."

A/N IT'S TIME FOR ANOTHER SHORT AND CRAPPY ONE-SHOT YAY. So I've recently been obsessed with this song and it was just so good live so I had to. This is one of my first non-requested platonic one-shot so yay. I might be updating more as this week is Thanksgiving break, so expect a little more than usual as I might not be leaving my room. - Izzy