Amazingphil and Danisnotonfire 13

DANS POV

Phil didn't want me. I started cutting again. Phil came home but never talked to me. I fall into a state of depression.
Phil walks into the livingroom and sees me.
"Phil wait" I say trying to catch his attention.
"please listen phil, I'm begging" I say standing up.
"why dan?" he hisses, making me wince, I've never known him to be like this.
"because we live together and I miss talking to you" I say.
He laughs bitterly.
"no its not that simple" he says
"what do you want me to say?" I shout at him.
"a fucking reason!" he shouts at me, he isn't like himself.
"I was depressed you retard!" I shout back.
"oh cut the shit dan, fuck off, I hope you do kill yourself, you fucking wanker!" he hisses at me and wanders out and slams the door.

PHILS POV

Why did I say that? I can't do this. I run back into the apartment, Dans sitting with a knife, crying his eyes out. He looks up at me before plunging the blade into his stomach.
"Dan!" I scream running over to him.
He's lifeless, he has a pulse and he's still breathing, but his face is white and blood is seeping into places I didn't know existed.
I dial for an ambulance.

I sit in the waiting room waiting for dan to come out of surgery.
Walls.
Old over used magazines.
Fake plants.
A plastic wood effect table.
Uncomfortable stained chairs.
Blood on my hands.

I look at my perfect wrists. Not a scratch. I have an urge to break the vase and rip them up. I pick up the vase. I managed to chip off a bit. I gentally press it to my skin. It feels good, I press harder. Even better. I slowly drag it across my skin. I moan with pleasure
I cut myself over and over.
I stop when there's no skin left to cut. I think about it for a moment, I pull the glass up to my face. No. My neck. I smile as I pull it across my jugular and trachea.
Black.

DANS POV

When I wake up from anesthesia my bed is surrounded by my and phils family. But no phil, I notice phils mum is crying.
"where's phil?" I croak. PHILS mum begins to sob louder.
"um, hes in heaven honey" my mum says smiling and stroking my hair. I look at her and laugh.
"no really?" I ask, this can't be happening. He can't be dead, I should.
"sorry" she whispers. I go numb. I stand up wobbly."dan! Lie down!" mum shouts as I begin to run, unsteady at first but I run, faster and faster.
"PHILIP LESTER WHAT HAVE YOU DONE I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" I scream. I don't catch onto my irony until I've said it.