Chapter 3

                                    

                                          

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Phil's P.O.V. 
I tried to shut my door quietly but ended up slamming it. After locking the door I slid down beside my bed and started sobbing with a hand over my mouth so my noises didn't interrupt their make out session.
                          
"DONT YOU EVER SAY THAT ABOUT PHIL" I heard Dan yell. 
                          
There you go again Phil, screwing up everything. I ruined Dan's day most likely. Right now, I just wanted to leave, but deep down I knew Dan wouldn't let that happen. I needed something, anything, to ease the pain. In the corner of my eye I saw the razor that I use to shave. 
                          
I shakily got up and took out the razor.  
                          
"Phil? What's wrong? Please let me in!" Dan said shaking the door knob. 
Shit. 
I couldn't talk. 
The blade was getting closer and closer to my wrist.  
"PHIL PLEASE!"
I tried to hold it back, but I screeched as the blade dug into my skin. 
                          
He was now kicking the door with all his force l. 
                          
One cut 
Two cuts
Three cuts. 
                          
I think I was screaming still but I couldn't tell at this point as the darkness took me with it. 
                          
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