Thankyou for the reviews! I appreciate every single one of them. I'm sorry I've not uploaded for ages, writer's block got me badly on this chapter. Also it's not as long as the previous two chapters, simply for the reason that the ending sentence felt right to draw the line on this chapter.

Please don't kill me, I hope this doesn't break your heart too much.

xo

I instinctively wrapped my arms around Dan's neck signalling him to carry on. I flipped us over as the kiss deepened and Dan placed his hands on either side of my cheeks. Everything felt so wrong but so right at the same time.

**** Dan's POV ****

I broke away and looked down at Phil. That's when the thoughts came shouting and screaming at me.

What are you doing? As if Phil would ever date a guy like you.

He's probably just playing along for the sympathy vote.

You've only known him for a day. You're worthless.

You wreck everything. Everyone would be better off without you.

Kill yourself; you'd solve everyone's problems.

"I…I need to go…" I stuttered.

Before Phil could even say anything I ran out of his room, down the stairs grabbing my shoes along the way and ran out of his house across the road to mine.

I slammed the door behind me and took a few seconds to get my breath back. What do I do? My demons are chasing me and I can't outrun them. The only thing that would keep them quiet for a while…

No, Daniel, stop. You know that won't solve anything.

It was almost like I was the bystander of the argument between the good and bad side of my conscience.

I needed to release everything. Everything was overwhelming and it felt like someone was pushing me to the edge. I wanted the voices to stop. I can't let them drive me crazy and cause me to have a meltdown like last time.

Before I knew what I was doing, I'd made my way over to the knife pot in the kitchen. I needed this. I deserved it.

The stinging sensation rippled through my body and I breathed out heavily. I looked down at the criss-crossing patterns of blood emerging through the opening of each cut. It felt like a weight was lifted from my shoulders.

I heard the door close and quickly shifted my eyes to the window. Mum's car wasn't on the drive so it wasn't her.

Shit.

No, he can't see me like this. No, no, no.

"Dan?" His voice was filled with concern.

Why didn't I lock the door? What a fucking idiot.

I placed the knife down in the sink and backed myself into the corner of the kitchen unit slowly dropping to the floor, hoping that Phil wouldn't check the kitchen.

I heard his footsteps get closer and I squeezed my eyes shut. This wasn't happening.

"Dan, I know you're here."

My whole body was trembling. There was nothing I could do. I wanted a black hole to swallow me up right now.

I watched as his face appeared from round the corner unit and dropped down to where I was hiding. His facial expression went from a progressing smile of relief rapidly to a very concerned one.

He rummaged around the cupboards eventually stumbling upon the First Aid kit.

"Phil…I…" My voice was weak and shaky.

Phil put his finger to my lips and concentrated on cleaning and bandaging my cuts. After he'd done that, he cleaned everything so there was no sign of blood around. Without saying anything, he scooped me off the floor and carried me upstairs to my room. He placed me down on the bed, sat down beside me and held me in a tight embrace, being careful not to make contact with my wounds. We sat there for a while and it made me feel a lot better than before. Phil cares. He really does.

"I'm not going to force you to tell me what caused you to do this to yourself but just know that you can talk to me about anything. I won't ever judge you, I promise." He pressed his lips to my forehead.

I was lost for words. I didn't know what to say and if I did, I wouldn't want to ruin the peaceful silence. It wasn't awkward at all.

We lay back onto the bed and Phil cradled me in his arms, holding me like he never wanted to let me go. Truth be told, I felt safe in his arms.

I let my emotions go and laid there sobbing into Phil's chest. He didn't ask any questions, he just let me cry until I had nothing left inside. I took his hand in mine and closed my eyes.

Maybe tonight I would get a full night's sleep without any nightmares.