TW: depression, I guess suicidal thoughts and implied abuse.

Dan's point of view

My legs were hanging off the edge. I looked over and there were hundreds of people and cars passing by, all in their own little worlds. I furiously wiped away a tear, trying to remind myself that lots of people were much worse off than me and I was just being pathetic.

I wasn't steady. My whole body was trembling and I was so close to just.. falling. It's not like I would have minded if I did fall though: I did have a death wish in the back on my mind.

"Dan!" I heard someone yell and I jolted my head around to see who it was. I moved so quickly that my body wobbled, very close to falling. "That's dangerous.. Get away from the edge!"

I shakily stood up but I didn't rush to move away from the edge. "Phil," I mumbled; my voice sounded broken and numb. "I can't do this anymore. All he does is push me around and use me like I'm nothing but a toy, only there to suit his needs. I do everything for him and make sure his life is perfect but he does nothing for me. I'm sick of it."

"You don't ever have to see him again. Break up with him." Phil's voice was gentle, like he was afraid to break my glass armour.

"I can't. It's not that easy. Everyone always tells me to leave him but none of you understand. He literally controls me, my actions and my every word. I can't do anything. I'm trapped."

"You're not. I can help you. You have lots of friends and family-"

"Not anymore. He made me drive them all away and you're the only one who stayed." I turned to look at Phil and he gasped once he noticed how damaged I was. My eye was black and my cheeks were scratched. Tears were running down my cheeks with no intention of stopping.

"Did he do this to you?" Phil stepped forward, ghosting his hand across the cuts on my cheek.

"What do you think? Of course he did. He's a monster and he's holding me captive. I'm done."

"What do you mean?"

I stepped forward so the tips of my toes were hanging off the edge of the building.

"Dan, no-" Phil practically screamed as I stepped out onto the air. I closed my eyes but I didn't fall. An arm was clutching me and pulling me back.

"I can't do this anymore." I mumbled, the tears finally stopping and leaving nothing but numbness.

"Yes, you can. You need to fight. I'll help you. I'll help you leave him and I'll take you to see a doctor to help with the depression."

"Will you though? I wouldn't be surprised if this is a trick to reel me in. This could all be bait and you're going to catch me and turn into a monster like him."

"No. I'm not like him. Dan, I'm your best friend." I glanced up, meeting his soft, tear-filled eyes. It was the pure look of kindness and sympathy that rendered me a crying mess, sobbing into his chest. "I'll be here to protect you forever."

I pulled away from him, wiping my tears with my hands. "Promise?" I sniffed.

"I promise. Now come on, you can stay with me whilst we sort all of this out. I know this is hard but I will do everything I can do to help."

I nodded, swallowing thickly. Phil held out his hand and I timidly took it.

With interlocked fingers, Phil was ready to help me take on the world, the depression and the person that had ruined my life.

:)