Phil's POV-
Alone at last.
Throw your fucking guts up.
It'll be worth it all.
Dan had left the bathroom door open for me in the case that I would need it while he was gone. He hadn't fully gained my trust because he was still keeping the doors and cabinets locked, but this was a step closer to freedom.
I tried to ignore the urges. Dan had only just left the apartment and I knew that there was a very likely possibility that he had forgotten something or he'd come back to tell me one last thing he expected of me. So I waited on the sofa in the lounge.
From Daniel❤️
Hey, love! I'm just letting you know that I'm headed into the meeting. Are you doing okay?
To Daniel❤️
I'm doing great! Everything is ok 👍🏻
I threw my phone down onto the couch and began examining my body. I first looked at my wrists, wrapping the fingers of my right hand around the left wrist. I could feel my veins below the skin. I moved my fingers down along my arms.
Fat.
I pulled the hem of my shirt up, exposing my stomach.
Fat.
I starred at my thighs.
Fat.
Fat.
Fat.
The next thing I knew I was already kneeling on the bathroom floor with that morning's breakfast in the toilet.
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Trigger Warning: A Phanfic
FanfictionWarning: this fix contains strong language, mentions and uses of self harm, suicide, depression and eating disorders. Behind closed doors Phil isn't the guy that we all know and love. Can Dan save him from himself?
