Phan
Dan looked at his wrists. He looked at the scars that were forming there. He looked at the 4 day old cuts he had given himself. He picked up the blade on the sink and held it in his hand. He put it back down. Enraged he slammed his fist down on the counter sobbing. Phil walking down the hall at that moment stopped in the hall. He heard Dan hiccup and then heard nothing. Concerned he knocked on the door "Dan?" He asked. Dan trying to hid his disappointment said "yes?" He then pulled down his sleeve. Tucked the razor away in his drawer and washed the blood out of the sink. "Are you okay?" Phil asked. "Never better" Dan replied wiping the tears out of his eyes and unlocking the door. Dan stepped out. Phil stood there looking into Dans eyes. The honey brown eyes that drive him crazy. "You sure?" Phil asks one more time. Dan looks down and mumbles "yes... I promise." "Ok." Phil says as Dan turns away ashamed of what he did. Phil watching Dan walk away looked at his wrists. Phill's heart skipped a beat when he saw a thin angry red lines.
"Dan." Phil said. "What?" said Dan exasperated. "Come here please..." Phil asked softly. Dan walked over in front of Phil. Before Dan could do anything Phil grabbed his left wrist and pulled up the sleeve. "What the fuck?" Dan shouts. Phil looked at the scars on his wrist. "I'm here for you if you need to talk." Phil says then drops his wrist and walks to his room. Dan relived Phil didn't grab his right wrist turned on his heel and walks into the kitchen.
Phil making sure Dan was out of sight and in the kitchen. He quietly slipped into the bathroom. Then closed and locked the door. He cautiously opened Dans drawer. In the drawer was a brush some old hair spray deodorant and a small box. Phil picked up the box and opened the lid. On top there was a cloth. Phil dreading what he knew he was going to see pulled up the cloth. His heart sank when he saw two large razors a lighter and a small razor. Carefully Phil picked up one of the large razors and slipped it into his pocket. Then hurriedly put the box back and shut Dans drawer.
Dan sitting on the couch heard Phil in the bathroom. He got up slowly and went to his room and sat on his bed. He put his head in his hands and started crying softly. Dan knew Phil would never love him in that way. He knew Phil was only concerned as a friend. That made him cry harder. Phil walked out of the bathroom and decided to talk to Dan. He walked to Dans room and saw him sleeping. Phil covered Dan with a blanket and left. Dan woke up about 20 minutes later with tear stained cheeks. He sat up and saw Phil in his door way. "Hi." Dan said embarrassed. "Hey sleepy head." Phil said playfully. Dan saw Phil's smile fall. He followed Phil's gaze down to his right arm. Dan's eyes widened when he saw his shirt sleeves were pulled up. Phil walked up to Dan and sat on his bed. "Dan." Dan started to cry Phil pulled him into a hug. "I-I-I n-need to te-tell you something."Dan said through sobs. "What might that be." Phil said soothingly "I-I like someone wh-who I k-know will never like me b-b-back." Dan said calming down Phil starting to cry said "who may that be?" So many thoughts were going through Phil's head 'He likes some one else? They're probably more attractive than me. Better at everything too.'
