Psycho // Phan ][ Complete

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Philip Michael Lester. My first real friend, my first boyfriend. He was a lot of firsts for me. Including the first funeral I wasn't allowed to attend.

3 Months Prior

"Philly, breakfast is ready!" I called upstairs.

"Coming, Bear!" Phil rushed downstairs in only his underwear. I bit my lip as a scooped some scrambled eggs onto his plate.

All of our butter knives were dirty so i had to use a steak knife to butter the pancakes.

Psychotic thoughts.

I could stab myself, I could kill someone. In my hands I had the power to seriously hurt someone.

"Dan," Phil whispered, slowly prying the knife from my hands. "Breathe." He knew me so well. "We have therapy later."

He means me. I have therapy later, he just tags along for support. Not that I'm angry about that. I love Phil, and he sticks by me through everything.

Including therapy.

See, for the past year, whenever I get the potential to hurt someone, I can't focus, and I think about all the power I truly have. I could stab someone, I could drown myself, there's so much I could do. When I finally confided in Phil and told him about my psychotic urges, he signed me up for therapy so I could lessen the chances that I'd hurt someone.

But it never helps as much as they say it will.