I turn to look out my bedroom window and sigh. Why don't I have any motivation to do something?
"Daniel! Your father is here to pick you up!" my mum calls from downstairs. I don't bother to answer her back because it wouldn't matter anyway. She never listens to me, much less cares about what I have to say.
This has caused me to stop speaking very often and Phil is the only one who can get any words out of me.
All too quickly, I hear someone stomping up the stairs. It's my dad, of course. He pounds on my door and yells at me to come out.
Reluctantly, I open the door and receive a small scoff from my father.
"You've gotten even skinnier. How disappointing."
I cringe and let him grab my arm, dragging me downstairs and out the front door.
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Help Me Live || Phan
FanfictionThis is the prequel to Let Me Die. Dan Howell is sad. But its more than that. He's not just sad, he's depressed. His friend Phil wants to help him, but how can you help someone who doesn't want to be helped? TW: cutting, depression, suicide, bulimia...
