(a/n: hi my first proper psycho phan edit is attracted pls watch it thx)

tw// schizophrenia

D A N ' S  P O V

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

My eyes widened and Bryony stepped back. "Phil, it's me. It's Bryony. And next to me is your boyfriend. Dan."

Phil burst out laughing. "I was joking."

I punched him in the arm. "Don't do that that!" Bry growled.

Phil looked at me. "Why can't you talk?"

"His vocal chords have been damaged," Bryony told my boyfriend. "He won't be able to talk right for a few days."

Phil nodded, but noticed my discomfort. He leaned forward. "Hey, I'm sorry for scaring you. How are you feeling?"

I shrugged, gesturing I was alright.

"Do you remember last night well?" He questioned. I nodded. He looked down at my wrapped wrist, sighing sadly. Then he lifted up my arm, and pressed a kiss to the bandage. "Its okay now, alright?"

Bryony grinned at us. "I'll leave you two alone. I'm hungry anyway. Do you guys want a sandwich?"

Phil and I nodded and she left. I climbed into bed next to Phil, cautious of hurting him or myself. I leaned my head on his shoulder and felt his fingers intertwine with mine.

"Thank you for protecting me last night," he told me.

I gave his hand a squeeze in reply, then spoke, my voice similar a bird still learning to chirp. "I'll always. . ." I cleared my throat, trying to get my voice easier to hear. "I'll always protect you."

He smiled down at my hands. "I'll always protect you too. No matter what happens, even if it costs me my life." I kissed his cheek, but he locked eyes with me. "Can I kiss you?"

I grinned, nodding. That was all it took, because suddenly he had pressed his lips to mine. I eagerly kissed back as my fingers reached up to tangle into his hair. He giggled softly against my parted lips, gripping the back of the hem of my shirt with his nails.

Then there was a knock at the door. We pulled away. "I love you," he whispered.

I didn't say anything as the door opened, revealing Bryony with a bag of food. She noticed our swollen lips and messy hair, and raised an eyebrow. "Did I interrupt something?"

"Yes," Phil hissed playfully. I flicked him.

"Here's some food," Bryony ignored him, setting it down. I climbed off the bed.

Phil looked down at his feet and I set my hand on his shoulder. "Get some rest," I mouthed. He nodded, then lay back down. I walked out, Bryony following after.

She sighed, still noticing my anxiety.

"They won't kill us. Dan, I know this might not make you feel any better, but it's you they want- not Phil. So you can stop your worrying about your boyfriend. Same goes for Nyla-"

"Where's Nyla?" I whispered.

"I. . ." She began, gazing down at her feet. "The explosion last night. . . After talking to me, she went to the bathroom and didn't come back. I don't know where she went, because when I went to check on her she was no longer there. She's not answering her phone, either."

I put my hands to my mouth, shaking my head. Bryony reached out but I swatted it away. She exhaled. "Dan, stop worrying- we don't even know what happened to her. I bet you she's fine."

I grumbled, and then anger filled me. I wanted to punch someone. I paced back and forth, trying to even my breathing.

"Dan,"

I turned to the voice to see my mother. I froze.

"It's your fault I was shot." I shook my head furiously, reaching out to touch her. "I died because of you."

"Momma?-" I whispered.

"Dan, calm down," Bryony spoke behind me. Tears streamed down my face. "You're imagining things- they aren't real!"

"You left me, Dan. You're all I had and you left." Spoke my father who appeared behind mom. I cried out, wanting to protest. I scratched at my throat, desperate to speak.

"You've destroyed every good thing in your life," piped in Nyla who reached out to touch my shoulder. I stepped away from her.

"Dan, honey, look at me," Bryony pleaded.

"Kill her."

I spun on my heel to the voice. It was Wirrow. I glared.

"Just get rid of Bryony, and we'll leave you alone."

"If you can't save her, then get rid of her."

"Choke her."

I felt Bryony touch my arm, and I snapped. I turned around in the blink of an eye, and I found myself with my fingers wrapped around her throat and her back to the wall.

The people behind me disappeared. My ears were ringing. I couldn't hear much, besides shouting of nurses, pleads to stop and let go, but I couldn't bring myself to. I locked eyes with Bryony, watching the tears fall down her cheeks as she tried to shove me off.

"Dan!" Phil screamed. I let go. I dropped Bryony. I heard her gasping for air.

"Phil," I murmured, then felt myself being pinned to the ground, my vision focused and I saw nurses and doctors holding me down. I winced when I felt a needle sink into my skin, and then my vision began to blur. Phil had disappeared, and I gave up on trying.

My vision fading once again, with my last breath, I spoke. "Phil."

But he was not there to reply. He was not there for me like he promised. Nobody was. Truly, I was all alone. I was going insane, I admit that now. I can't deny it anymore. I was losing my humanity as well as my boyfriend. I was losing any piece of hope that we had of making it out alive.

I had turned into a monster, and I was not the type that lived in the closets or under the beds. I was the one that lived in your head.

I was the type of monster that even the scariest books and movies did not mention me.

I was the kind of monster you should be afraid of.