"PJ what the fuck!?" Phil called, grabbing the knife from PJs hands.
"You did this Phil." he snapped.
Phil stood there in shock. He didnt know what to do. His 'friend' was laying on the floor after stabbing himself to frame Phil. He took a step back as the door flew open.
"I heared yelling is everyone-" Dan froze. "Phil," He gasped.
"Dan! Its not what it looks like! I didnt do it!" Phil cried, tears running down his face.
"So he just stabbed himself?" Dan snapped.
"Please help me Dan," PJ cried. "I... Im so scared please just get him out," PJ sobbed.
"It wasnt me!" Phil sniffed. He knew it was no good. Why would anyone believe him? He was holding the knife used to stab someone. He dropped the knife.
"Phil, leave." Dan siged, holding PJs leg up to stop the bleeding.
Phil just stood there. Dans words didnt register.
"Did you not hear me? Fucking leave!" Dan repeated.
Phil took a deep breath. He headed to his room and grabbed a bag with some clothes, a sleeping bag from the bottom of his wardrobe, his wallet and his medication.
Without a word, he left.
A/N woo filler yay.
haha idek where this idea came from... yolo! (ironic I swear)
more soon ^_^