The Same, But Different (Phan) DISCONTINUED

Red Liquid

Hey guysss! Sorry I haven't updated in a while I'm just really lazy y'know. Here's chapter Three yay! (Trigger warning: self-harm)

*Dan's POV*

'I should really head back.' Phil said. He stood up and smiled, a non-genuine smile.

'Uhm okay Phil. See you around?' I replied sighing. Phil nodded and grabbed his school bag. We walked down the stairs to the front door. Phil turned round, gave me a half-hearted smile and said: 'yeah Dan. See you.' With that he was gone. I slumped into the couch. Then I snapped. I'm such an idiot! I must've made Phil feel so awkward. I'm a failure. He's never gonna want to be my friend. I'm just a sad loser.

I ran up the stairs to streaming down my face. I threw open the bathroom door, locking it behind me; still crying I grabbed my razor. Ah the comforting coolness of it in my palm. Inhaling, I swiped the blade across my wrist, smiling as the red blood trickled down my hand, as if it were my problems seeping out of my skin, sliding down my wrist to oblivion. Only the pleasure never lasts. I slash it against my wrists a few more times, until it starts aching. I feel lightheaded as if stumble across the room, grabbing some toilet paper. I press it against my skin and hiss as it graces the wounds. Just another day in my life, I suppose.

*Phil's POV*

I sprint home without thinking, praying I'll stumble across my house, because right now I don't have the energy to think. Luckily I do and I ring the doorbell. 'Phil!' My mum grins, engulfing me in a hug. 'Where were you I was worried?!'

I pull away from the hug. 'Oh, um, just at a friends house Mum.'

'Who? Darren's?'

Yeah Mum, Darren who beat me up yesterday for being a 'fag'.

'Something like that' I mutter.

Confusion is marked across my mums face but she shrugs it off and heads back to the kitchen. I run up the stairs to my room, slamming the door behind me. I flop onto my bed and scream into my pillow. 'Idiot!' I scream. You've gone an f*cked up your life, Phil, wooh! And all it took was to get f*cking drunk. And guess what, genius?!? You might be falling for Dan, isn't that great!?

When I can no longer bare the pain I run to my en suite and grab my blade. I slash it against my wrists several times until blood is streaming down my wrists like a waterfall. I stare transfixed at the red liquid, amazed by its simplicity, it's ability to make me feel better. Beautiful red liquid.

I feel my eyelids growing heavily. Guess I'm loosing a lot of blood.

But it's beautiful.

Beautiful

Red

Liquid...

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Well that turned out to be quite a depressing chapter, wow. Don't chuck me out of a window please.

See ya later alligator. <3