Dan howell didn't feel good.
He had woken up in the morning feeling off.
He didn't feel ill.
He just had a serious issue of CBA and he couldn't be arsed to go to school today.
Well it wasn't like his parents would care anyway.
There too busy doing whatever there doing to care about what dan's doing and his brother Adrian.

Dan reached his hand out of his covers, the cold air instantly hitting his bare flesh and sending shivers up his arm. He reached out for his phone and brought it back with him.

He snuggled back under his cover gripping his cold phone, trying to warm it up.
He put his ear phones in and started listening to some music.
He closed his eyes and rested his head on his soft pillow.
He let the music fill his soul and all his thoughts disappeared into dust.

*
The music went quiet as a text came through.
Who is texting me?!
Dan checked the time on his phone.
It read 10:30am.
He then focused his eyes on the text which had just come through.

Hey your not at school are you okay?

It was somebody that wasn't in his contacts.

Dan: who is this?

Oh it's Phil! :)

Dan sighed and rolled his eyes.
Would this 'Phil' ever leave him alone?!

Dan: yeah I'm fine

Phil: are you sure?

Dan: what do you mean are you sure? I think I know if I'm okay or not

Phil: it's just.. Never mind

Another thing for Dan to wonder.
Why does Phil start saying stuff and then never finished it!

Dan: ???

Phil: it doesn't matter I might tell you one day but for now never mind

Dan: okay well anyway shouldn't you be in lessons?

Phil: I just came into the toilet so I could text you :D

Dan: why?

Phil: because I was worried

Dan: about what?

Phil: that doesn't matter one time maybe I will tell you another time face to face

Dan: okay

Phil: so is Friday still on?

Dan: yeah

Phil: well gotta get back to class bye :)

Dan: bye..

***
(Trigger warning)
Dan was laying in the bath.
The cold water soaking into his skin and making it slowly wrinkle.
All his thoughts were cleared.
And the only things that were haunting his mind now weren't whatever Phil Lester was saying, it was something worse.
Death.
Loneliness.
The point of existence.
And the urge to conflict pain upon himself.
That had started when he was only 11 years old.
He was stupid and decided to slice his problems away, but for him it seemed like it helped at the time but now it just causes bigger problems.
He got addicted.
But he try's.
He try's to fight through it.
But addictions don't just go like that.

Dan reached his pale hand out of the water, the cold air swallowing his arm up.
His hand grew colder as he touched the cold blade and brought it closer to himself.
It sent shivers up his spine as he placed the cold blade only his skin.
He pressed down and slit a cut into his fragile skin.
He watched the blood drip out of his arm and send the water a strong red colour.
The blood began to spread and overpower the waters natural shade as soon Dan was bathing in a bath of blood.
He rested his head back and closed his eyes.
And felt all his worries slip away even though he was just causing bigger problems.

...
I decided to upload.
Sorry it's trigger warning but what is a phan Ficiton without trigger warning?
Literally nearly every of them have it in.
But for this story dan's self harm is gonna be a big part so yeah😂