i couldn't move.
everything ached
from the night before.
from the throbbing of
my rear; to the stinging
of the clawed marks
down my front, back,
and sides.
my pillow had darkened
in colour due to the tears
which had stained it
after pj had left me again.
"what is wrong with me?"
my whispers were hoarse,
and my eyes puffy.
the phil which now resided
within me was a mere shadow
of the past phil; the happy phil.
when did it come to this?
was it when i left him?
was it when i left dan?
i choked on tears
as i thought of him.
why did i leave him?
why does his name
hurt to think about?
why do i still need him?
why do I still need
daniel james howell?
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A/N: oops quick, rubbish chapter because I haven't updated in a bit //:
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control ;; phan
Fanfiction"goddamn right, you should be scared of me" {this fan fiction contains some very triggering topics}
