Dan p.o.v
Trigger warning, cutting depression... Read at own risk.
I was hiding in the bathroom. I looked at the silver glass on the toilet and cried out holding my wrist. It itches, in fact it burns for me to do so. I have never done this before, I am no emo kid.

I grabbed the glass, bringing it to my wrist. Slowly, I began to cut into my skin. First one was for how useless I am. Second was fo-

"Dan?!" a voice yelled interrupting my second cut.

I looked up my wrist was bleeding, "Who is it?"

"It's Phil, I'm so sorry for not trying harder to be with you...Please come out."

I slowly opened the door making him collapse into my lap. He got up awkwardly shuffling before seeing my wrist. My eyes scanned his reaction and I gulped.

"Why? Why did you do this? Dan your skinny as hell! Have you been eating?"

"No, barely. I may have like one meal a day that's small. But I can't eat anymore or I'll throw up..."

Phil to my surprise, wrapped his arms around me and held me close. I began to sob, I sobbed making his shirt wet, but he held on tighter. I cried more and more, images of my cut wrist flashing constantly.

"I'm a fucking done with life. Mom is depressed and barely speaks and Adrian is worried as hell. My dad calls me everyday threatening me... I'm scared, he threatens you, which is why I avoided you..."

My phone rang and I picked it up:
'Dan good to see you with Philly, see you tonight...Oh and Philly wear something nice won't you? Die handsome is what I say. Ta ta!"

Me and Phil sat there shocked. We stood there curling together crying more.

"He won't get you."

"He won't get us." Phil corrected.

"I love you Phil..."

"I love you too Dan, I finally realize that. I won't let anything happen to us, okay bear?"

Don't kill me :( I'm so sorry lol. You want to kill me don't you? The feels.