A/N
Sorry for not paying much attention to this book, my main attention is on my other Phan book, Love Has No Eyes (Which I would appreciate if you checked out #SPON). I'm going off schedule because why not.

Enjoy!

TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM

PHIL

And the gasping started.

I didn't know what to do. I could:

A) Laugh it off and own it LIKE A FREAKING BAWSE or

B) Run off to the washroom, and explain things later

I choose B.

Well, I didn't choose B, my body did BUT I WOULD'VE PICKED A OTHERWISE I SWEAR!

I ran, tears forming in my eyes into the boys washroom. I couldn't take it.

I cried (crafted phil, what did i tell you? ugh kids these days). I locked myself in a stall and hugged my knees to my chest. Their words echoed in my brain.

What's wrong with him?

Freak.

I told you he was strange.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I searched my pockets for something, anything that could cause me pain.

I found a pencil. It'll make due for now.

I take out the eraser so only the metal was exposed. Pulling out the shiny metal, I tore it so a sharp edge was showing.

I take off my shoe to expose my ankle and start dragging it down my skin.

Useless 

Fag

Ugly

Freak

Now my tears are landing on the cuts, washing the blood and causing a burning feeling.

"Phil?"

Oh crap

"Are you here?"

The door opens to a shocked person. Out of anyone, of course it had to be...

[Dan]