Disclaimer: I don't own Dan and Phil. Wish I did but no.
Trigger warning: Self harm
This is my first fanfic. I'm terrible at writing but I had a really bad day and I just wanted to write something sad.
Dan POV
Shit!
I never meant to cut that deep. I just couldn't feel anything before! But shit! I press the towel down hard against my arm. Why won't the blood stop flowing? I have never had a problem with it before.
My vision starts to blur. I lean over the sink and breathe deeply trying to stop the spinning room.
Should I call Phil? No. I can't do that! Can you imagine how pissed he would be if he found out what a complete fuck up I am? I breathe again. The white towel is now stained horribly red.
My knees buckle and I knock the deodorant off the bathroom shelf.
"You okay in there, Dan?" Phil shouts from the corridor.
"Fine" I reply. I try and sound like I'm laughing but it comes out as more of a sob.
"You sure you don't sound it?"
My hands are starting to shake now and nothing is feeling real.
"Dan… Dan… Dan open the door"
I try to walk to the door but fall over while trying to get there.
"Dan… I'm coming in. Okay'
I try to say no but I don't have the strength and a let the blackness overtake me.
Phil POV
There's so much blood!
"DAN!" I rush over to his unconscious body and shake him
"Sorry…sorry…sorry" He keeps muttering
"Dan can you hear me !" I can feel my tears dripping down my face. "Dan!"
I call an ambulance and just sit there pressing the towel against his wrist and desperately hoping I'm not too late.