Phil sat in his bedroom looking at the small blade in the palm of his hand. Could he really do this? He didn't want to, how weak would that make him look. One day he gets attacked and… raped. The next day he was here. He twirled it around in his fingers watching how at certain points a small flash of light would emit from the small reflective metal.
He rested the sharp edge on his pale thigh. He decided Dan would be less likely to notice the cuts than if they were on his wrists. He slowly dragged the blade across the skin and watched as the tainted red blood bubbled to the surface. In slowly trickled down from his thigh and took a painfully slow journey to his ankle. Phil was almost in a trance as he watched on. He continued until he had made for cuts on each thigh before moving onto his stomach. He made six huge cuts over his stomach before looking down at how the blood smeared covering his entire stomach and just stared poking at the cuts hissing at the sting of the burning wounds.
He heard the phone ring outside followed by Dan answering the anonymous caller but to Phil it sounded miles away. He got up and quickly slid out the door and into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. He looked up into the mirror and quickly splashed water over his face before continuing to stare into his own eyes. He didn't recognize the boy who looked back at him. The boy who looked back was broken and empty with no hope left. He turned away and began to tend to his cuts. He grabbed a flannel and dampened it and began to dab at the bleeding wounds. The sting was worth it for the relief that the pain brought him. Once he was clean he began to search the cupboards for the first aid kit before tightly and messily wrapping white bandages round his middle and both thighs. Satisfied he crept back into his bedroom and hid the blade under his bedside lamp and climbed under his blue and green covers. The brightness and the life in his duvet cover contrasted against what was going on in Phil's mind which depressed him further.
Dan was sat outside Phil tainting his mind over analysing what Phil had just said. Suddenly he heard the shrill rings of the phone. He slowly waltzed over and picked up the phone.
"Hello" He said monotonously the stress had really used up his energy.
"Hello, is that Daniel Howell or Philip Lester?" A professional voice at the end replied.
"Um… this is Daniel"
"Ah yes Mr. Howell, this is PC Moore I want to let you know that we think we may have found one of the attackers" PC Moore paused to allow the information to absorb. "His name is Liam Simmons, and he has admitted to seeing Philip on the night he was attacked but he is refusing to say whether he was there during the attack or not, we were hoping you could bring Philip down to give us a formal identification"
Dan thought for a minute "I'm not sure, Phil's in a bad way mentally I don't know if he'll be able to cope if I bring him to his attacker"
"I know and I understand that but surely its better if he's locked away rather than roaming the streets and we need to have them identified"
"Okay I will try my best to get him down there but no promise"
"You're best is all we ask of you Daniel" with that PC Moore hung up the phone and nerves settled in the pit of Dan's stomach.
This was going to be interesting.