broken + phan AU [ON HOLD]

☕Chapter 11☕

Tw; sad chappie, mentions of suicide, and stuff.

Dan felt sad.

He was happy because of Phil and stuff, but, his normal broken self was still there.

It was still there.

Haunting him.

Every.

Single.

Day.

He thought that those suicidal, broken, depressed thoughts were gone.

But it was still there.

He thought he already found his escape from that, his happiness.

Phil.

But apparantly, no.

It has 2 hours since the last conversation with Phil happened.

That sappy Phil who was complimenting him and being all confident and dirty and witty.

He liked that Phil.

A lot.

*first person Dan woop woop*

"He probably just... pities you." A voice hissed.

Please don't come back.

I rocked backwards and forwards and covered my ears.

I was afraid again.

Afraid.

Afraid.

"He doesn't even like you, you're pathetic! An idiot thristy for attention and love! Yes, he maybe giving you attention, but was it heartfelt? Was it meaningful? Was it special? No it wasn't! It was just... pity." The voice hissed again.

I hated them so much, despised them.

"It was just because he saw that look plastered on your face, that broken look."

"Phil is truly dumb for saying yes to sit down with him, but he isn't dumb, he's a nice person. YOU'RE JUST BROKEN! No one will ever love you! You are not capable of love, no one is attracted to you, nobody cares."

Were they right?

Did Phil just, pitied me?

"Please, don't bring Phil in this! I don't want him to be a part of this mess I call my life."

"Even your parents don't care about you! They just fight and fight and fight. Their intention was to tear themselves apart, they loved each other, yes they do. But you and your stupid twin sister were born! You two are a burden! You two are worthless!" The voice shouted.

I cried, and cried.

They were right. I was a burden. And Adrian wasn't. Danielle and I were burdens. We always knew this would happen.

I bolt up and run to her room.

Her door was unlocked.

I twisted the door-knob and the door let out a squeak-y noise.

"The voices, they- they- they're back, Dan! They're back." she sobbed, in the position I was in on my bed.

"They are. Mine are haunting me. Right now. I- I don't know. What were they telling you?"

She cried full on now, tears prickling down her face, he blue hair messy and all over her face.

"I don't... I can't tell you, Dan."

"You can trust me."

"Pathetic. Your own sister doesn't even trust you." The voices spat.

"Do you not trust me?" I spat harshly than I intended to.

"I do. But I don't- I can't repeat what the voices were saying." She answered, kind of mortified by the tone I spoke in.

"Why?" I asked her, softly this time.

"It hurt, Dan. So much." She sobbed.

"Just- please, tell me."

"Th-they told me I was an attention seeker, an idiot, a burden, a mess, a broken piece of shit, unworthy, worthless, nobody, uncapable of anything... can't be loved." She was crying even harder now.

"But Dan, th-they told me that I was just pitied, and I was being close to her, she was disgusted by how I looked, acted and what I did. They told me she just pitied me, she doesn't and didn't care at all."

"But- who's she? Her? Who?"

"Sarah. Sarah Angela Williams."

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THAT ENDING.

THIS CHAPTER IS SO MESSY AND OUT OF PLACE.

Eh it's good enough bleh bleh.

;)

Ily bbys xx

- ally