2. Chapter 2: Dan
I wake up in the early morning. Wincing slightly I had cut my sides earlier this week they were still really sensitive. If I did my arms the entire world would notice considering I always wear short sleeves in our videos. I get up and out of bed, groaning slightly. I go immediately to the bathroom to shower I look at the clock in there. Four a.m. I shrug guess it's tumblr for a few hours for me. I look at my sides and un-bandage them after making sure the door was shut tightly and locked. I remove the bandages completely and re-bandage the wounds. I go to the bathroom and clean up afterwards. I walk down the hall to where Phil's and mine rooms are. Before returning to mine, I go check on Phil. I walk in quietly, I go over to his bed side and hear him since I see his sleeve rolled up and a white bandage sticking out. OH. MY. GOD. He started cutting again. Well so have I but I deserve it he dosen't he's to beautiful for that. Why paint scars on his self. I shake my head and feel warm tears begin to fall down my face. I stand up and go to my room. I get back In to my bed and underneath the warm duvet winter is so fucking brutal in the U.K. I go on tumblr and see a few fans and by a few I. A million and plus recommended me to read a Phan fiction. I opened the link and be fan to read it had over 500 parts. Well that shows dedication. I smile as I begin to read. After about two hours I begin to get a little bit tired so I go back to bed. I close my laptop and plugged it in for it be ready for me tomorrow. I lay on my side and wince. But I ignore it I deserve it because of how much of an ugly faggot that I am. Sometimes instead of cutting I read hate comments just to get the feel of the pain and hatred. If it isn't enough then I give my sides another cut. I eventually fall into a the most pea full sleep.