Phil stood in the kitchen with confusion, what did Dan want to talk about, it couldn't have been his arms, it was never his arms. And he didn't know about Petra and the baby yet... Did he?
Dan mean while was stood in his room, pacing up and down. He felt the urge, his arms burning, his head going crazy. He knew what he would have don't this time 4 days ago, but phil knew. And phil checked every day. He knew he couldn't, but his stress levels were so high and he just wanted to scream. No he couldn't... He herd the front door shut and he assumed it was just him and phil in the house. Dan threw himself onto the bed. Then there was a knock at the door
"Phil?" Dan said as the door creaked open.
"No, Petra" Dans face changed immediately, he panicked and grabbed his hoodie from the side of his bed, throwing it over his back and covering his arms before she got a chance too see them. "Look Dan Phil's just popped to the shop and I just wanted to too tell you, I think you need to back away. Me and Phil will have a lot to talk about and well, I saw your arms but that's not Phil problem and well."
"Fuck off Petra" Dan sighed with a forced smile, he was shaking his head.
"No Dan..."
"NO PETRA FUCK OFFFFFFFFFF" Dan shouted before she could get another word out. "My arms are NON of your business, I don't a shit if your pregnant okay I really fucking don't. Now go."
"yeah but"
"GO" Dan shouted, from his bed, he didn't stand up. She just turned round and left. Down the stairs and out the front door. Dan sighed and looked down. A small tear rolled down his eye. Phil was out, he was alone, Petra was right, he was burden to Phil. Dan stood up and walked into the kicker. He opens the top cupboard and pulled out a box of strong sleeping pills that a Phil was prescribed a few months ago, he slipped the packet out of the box and popped out all 12, he grabbed the bottle of Malibu on the counter and swigged, he held it in his mouth for a moment while he popped in 4 pills then swallowed, another swig and another 4 pills, and one final swig. The first time he had been able to take pill really. He slumped down the fridge. He didn't know it would take for them to hit his system. But he picked up the knife from te counter and cut, deeper and deeper. But his eyes started to blur, he started to close his eyes, he felt sick, he wanted to sleep forever, then his hearing went fuzzy an it was muffled, he herd someone come in. And then there was shout. His eyes flicker, and then they snapped shut. He couldn't lift his arm... Was he dead, was he finally free?
