"dan, i'm home." phil's voice rings through the entire house, not including the bathroom.
dan had his head on the edge of bathtub and was breathing heavily, and had blood dripping from his upper thighs and forearms. he cut too deep he cut too deep he cut too-
"dan? are you in the bathroom?" phil knocks on the door gently, it seems to wake dan up from whatever he was thinking.
dan takes a gulp and looks down at his condition. might as well say i'm feeling ill.
"p-phil, i'm not feeling very well." he croaks out.
phil, completely unfazed, gets worried. "are you okay?"
"no."
"i'll get some medicine."
"get my pills, please."
EDITED 08/02/2016
// the middle is supposed to be short. sorry for like the 20 day old update. //
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THUNDER // phan
Short Storyhe repeats the process; C O M P L E T E tw ; self-harm, suicide, depression, major character death you can not read this story AT ALL if you get triggered by those topics
