Quick warning, guys, this chapter might be triggering, as it involves some sensitive topics, but it is needed in the storyline, so I advise you to read it.

"I had many sleepless nights over you, and eventually I guess the stress just got the better of me..."

I woke up to darkness enveloping me, the images of my dreams still vivid in my mind. The sweet dreams of the boy had already been and gone, leaving me with his ghostly beauty to dwell on. Last night I dreamt of him though. Not a sweet, loving dream, but one full of haunting things. In my dream I watched him die over and over again, in increasingly terrible ways, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. When I eventually reached him, I told him my feelings towards him, but what he said back was still bouncing round my head. "Phil don't be stupid, you know I don't feel the same. Why would anyone love you?" Why would anyone love me? As crazy as it was, I realised the truth behind dream Dan's words. No one would love me. Especially not Dan and all his perfection. Compared to him I'm nothing. Thick warm tears started to flood from my eyes and I made no attempt to wipe them away. After all, I did deserve them.

When all my tears had subsided, I decided to try and sort myself out, so I trudged to the bathroom with 'Dan's' twisted words still echoing inside me. Then, something caught my eye. I noticed, on the edge of the sink, one of Mum's disposable razors. Don't be stupid Phil. I thought to myself, as I wiped myself with a damp cloth. But even so, I found my eyes fixated on the clean silver blade, and before I could tell myself otherwise, I had grabbed the object and darted back to my room. Other people do it... I found myself thinking, and if it helps them, why shouldn't it help me? And so it seemed I had made my decision.

I pressed the cold metal to the inside of my wrist, and with a deep breath, sliced it across my skin. The first thing I felt was pain, then relief. As I watched the small amount of blood bubble over the angry mark, I even felt almost... satisfied.

Good, but not enough.

I carried on making more and more marks until my arm was laced with two dozen perfect little red lines. I assessed the damage I had done, almost feeling proud of myself, and then checked the time. 8 Am. My parents would be up soon. I threw on a jumper, raced to the bathroom, cleaned the razor then put it back where I found it.

Here you go guys; I hope you thought this chapter was good, I'm sort of proud of it. But anyway, I might have a little announcement after the next chapter, (Which, by the way, is already written up and is like, 3 times longer than anything I've written so far) but I might not. Also, I know that some of you may go through things like this, and so I want you guys to know that you can talk to me if you need to, no matter how stupid you think it is. So you can PM me here, on my twitter, (GrapefruitToni) or my Tumblr, (Spooky-Waffles) and I love you guys 3

Anyway, I'm not even going to apologise for being late, so please send feedback, as it helps me out very much, and enjoy your prize for this chapter, FREE NON-EXISTENT DAN AND PHIL MERCH! C: ~SassyNorbert