DAN'S POV.
I stopped and put down the knife. I had been hacking at the same place now for almost 20 minutes and I still wasn't
bleeding. I was close to though, just a few layers of skin left. Ugh the knife was blunt but it was the only one I had
at the moment. At least it was serrated.
Shit! I thought. I could hear Phil coming up the stairs.
'Dan?' I rolled down the sleeve of my shirt, flung the knife under my pillow and wiping my face dry I grabbed my laptop and
switched it on just as Phil entered my room.
'Dan it's time for- Dan, are you alright? Have you been...Crying?' Phil looked generally concerned.
'Uh, I just poked myself in the eye so my eyes were watering' Wow quick thinking Dan, Soooo believable
'Well if you're sure. Um dinners ready, if you're hungry, Its pizza.' I sighed and closed my laptop lid.
'Alright then' I pushed past my best friend and went downstairs to the kitchen where the smell of hot pizza wafted from
the counter. I grabbed a plate from the cupboard and piled a few slices of pizza onto it. I did the same with another plate,
for Phil, he had already cut the pizza . There was a knife glistening on the counter next to the now opened box of pizza,
I might steal that later, when Phil goes to bed.
'Phil? Are you coming?' I called just as he entered the kitchen.
'No.' He says jokingly as he gets his plate and sits down at the table, opposite me. We talk for awhile about games and
how our channels are coming along until Phil finally says,
'It's late, I'll talk to you tomorrow, Night Dan.'
'Night' I mumbled back, just loud enough so that he would hear me.
Phil agreed to go back upstairs whilst I did the dishes, not forgetting to take the sharper knife back upstairs with me,
hidden inside my sleeve. I locked my door, pulled up my sleeve and dragged the blade against my skin. The pain was
relieving whilst blood seeped out onto my bare, scar-ridden wrist I collapsed backwards onto my bed. Phil could never
know, If he did he would hate me forever. Sweet, loving, caring Phil. The only light in my otherwise bleak existence.
That couldn't happen. Phil was the only one keeping me alive and if he hated me I
would die, Physically and emotionally. I sighed and pulled down my sleeve, kicked the knife under my bed and fell asleep.
Once again I would make it through the night.
