DANS POV

Shit. I quickly pulled down my sleeve. Phil was in tears because of me. He hates me now, I know it.

'P-Phil I-I'm so sorry' I stammered, choking up my own tears.

'But why Dan?! Why didn't you say something?!' Phil was up on his feet and shouting down at me. I knew he hated me, it was inevitable. I got up and ran to my room. I locked the door and started writing

Phil,

I'm so sorry that I did this to you. I had been suffering depression for years. I wouldn't let you see becase I knew this would happen. I know that you hate me now but please, do this for me. Think of it as... my last wish. Please forget about me, it won't be hard. Whether I write this letter or not you will forget about me. I'm not something to dwell on. You'll find a new best friend and hey, at least you have Pj and Chris. I'm sorry Phil, but if you want to know more then look inside my pillowcase. I have a bunch of diary entries they will explain.

I love you Phil.

-Dan x

'Dan? Dan please I just want to talk to you! I'm so sorry, Please come out!' I hesitated. Phil was banging on the door, screaming and crying for me to come out. It seemed like he really, genuinely cared. No. I needed to do this. He would never look at me the same way. He knows I'm a psychopath now. I reached over, into my drawer and pulled out a rand new razor, I took it off of the pencil sharpener last night. I tested it on my finger. It was sharp enough. Good. I made a few cuts om the middle of my arm before moving up to where my veins were. I put the blade of the razor on top of them. This is it. I dragged the blade across my skin in two swift movements before I fell to the ground.

Phil's POV

I ran to Dan's room and started to hammer on the door

'Dan! Dan please come out I just want to talk to you!' No answer. Panicking I started to scream and cry and kick at his door.

'Dan?!' There was a loud thud from his room. I froze. I kicked the door as hard as I could. Wow, I knocked it off its hinges. As I ran into his room I was met with a sight that would scar me forever. Dan was lying on a pool of his own blood. His carpet was stained with the crimson liquid I hated so much. I felt a burning in my throat and I threw up down myself. I ran over to Dan and picked up his lifeless body.

'Dan! Dan! Dan! Please don't do this to me! Dan!' I repeated his name over and over until I noticed his phone on his bed. I grabbed it and dialled the emergency number and explained the situation. There was an ambulance within the next five minutes, although it felt like five hours. They had to pry his body away form me to put on the stretcher. They called the hospital name to me as the scrambled into the ambulance and drove away. I collapsed to the ground completely and sobbed. I was all alone.