//TRIGGER WARNING//MENTION OF SELF-HARM//
*DANS POV*
On the way to my next lesson I bump into Phil.
"Oh shit sorry!" I say, helping him pick his books up. I look up for a second to see cut marks across Phil's wrist... some faded, others seemed quite new. I freeze for a second, then look up at Phil.
"Phil.... what did you do?" I say, worried.
"Um... d-don't worry Dan. I have to go." He stutters, pulling his sleeve back down.
"Wait! Phi-" He continues walking back to his class.
I cant stop thinking about Phil the rest of afternoon....
Those aren't self harm scars are they?
What happened?
There doesn't seem to be any trouble at home.
I haven't talked to Phil in ages.... if there was trouble at school I doubt he'd tell me.
I'm really a shit friend. If we're even still friends at all... I mean, waving at each other and maybe saying good morning every once in a while isn't exactly what I'd call 'friendship'. There are so many things I want to ask... But I'm sure he wont want to talk about it; he seems too afraid.
I'm so stupid sometimes.
*PHILS POV*
Dan saw them. He saw my scars. I hoped he would leave it alone but he just had to ask. It's not like he even cares anyway. He probably forgot all about it later...
***
The day was miserable without Chris and PJ. This was the third day in a row they hadn't come. I hope they come back soon because I honestly can't stand another lunchtime sitting by myself again. I head to English as I'm stopped by a hand on my shoulder.
"What's up Phil?" I look up to see Dan Howell, smiling joyfully.
"Oh umm hi.." I answer.
"Do you err.. need something?" I ask, wondering why he's talking to me in the first place.
"No I just wanted to chat haha."
about my scars I presume
"oh um.. 'sup'?" I say sarcastically, making him giggle.
"Just going to English, I think we're in the same class"
"Yeah, I guess."
I hoped he would see that I didn't really want to talk and go away but apparently not. I can tell he's trying to get my attention but I keep walking and pretend I don't notice. Class. Finally. Maybe I can get rid of him at last. Or..... not.
Dan takes a seat next to me. And as soon as the teacher starts talking, he gets out his phone. I start doodling, looking up at the teacher every so often to make sure he thought I was listening.
"You shouldn't do that Phil"
Here it comes. They all say the same thing. 'you shouldn't cut' 'or it doesn't solve anything'
All the things I thought he would say.
"You shouldn't doodle in class Philly." he smirks.
Philly.
"Well then you shouldn't text in class, Dan." I tease.
"Fair enough"
I continued to doodle, soon interrupted by Dan.
"So.. where are Chris and PJ today?" he asks.
There it is.
The real reason he's talking to you.
He feels sorry for you.
I mean come on Phil its not like anyone would actually want to talk to you.
No one cares.
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Fanfiction"You don't always have to be brave." Phil struggles with self harm, depression and is bullied at school. The only person who knows is Dan Howell. But they aren't exactly 'friends'... God knows he could use a friend right now..... ~concept~ 1-24 ~ 20...
